An attempt in Romanticism...

You seem to me like a distant star,
You seem to me like a stream afar...
You glisten in darkness yet so fine...
Thy face lit,by the moonlight,
shadows those planets nine...
Thy grace,a feline yearns,
thy laughter, beg fairies abroad...
Thy scent blooms to the envy of the
sweetest roses of all...
Hear O! Merry lad,the Lady comes,
covered with heavenly snow on her hem...
Hear O! Ladies,at the country inn...
Her clamour of happy feet,
singing beyond thy din...
Hear O! Father at the Holy Altar,
the Lady comes...
Hear O! Master,
thy daughter runs in the wild...
Untamed and free,
sings songs divine...
Ahoy! Beholder,here she comes...
Walks softly the steps of my door,
on this eve of fall...
Here,she arrives,
I shalt need to tend to her needs...
Daughter of Nature,
here she doth greets,
in mellow fairy voice,and honey-like words,
asks my health and sweet pleasantries...
Pardon my Reader,here I take thy leave,
for the Lady is here,and the candles lit...
Now I shalt go,and in her company try to fit...
-Anyo Shiyen
22/03/10

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju