Greet the day with open eyes
And hope it lifts the weight of last night's sorrow
Which wheeled out of my sight the branch I budded from.
The cord that bonded our lineage
and lulled the cosy hammock of maternal love
Your neck's mild curve turns stubborn rigid.
All colours fade away replaced by white
before rejoining the eternal glow;
The softness of warm hands and jaw
become a perfect carved-like marble piece
with those seductive shades of jadish-blue around the eyelids,
And just before the giant universal pulse
misses the faintest beat,
the dam breaks open -
the inner light rushes to flood the eyes
only to rest its rolling crystal drop beyond the beauty spot
you coyly hid so often, under your tilted hat.
Copyright © 8th April 2003