Gifts...

The ice on the glowing palm,
the snow on the fiery hearth,silent...
You see in those eyes so deep,
a serene calm, brought by the thunderstorms...
Now the waves are gone,deep into the sea...
Now the clouds have gone high above the mortal's sky...
Lord is asleep in his Mistress' arms,
and Vagabond in shadow of the date palm...
Ye restless mortal unto sea,
Ye ruthless pirate drunk again,
Ye heartless dagger of the Mark...
Now see the shadow of the dark...
The shadow crept inside Yer heart,
those voices silent, ring a chord,
and Ye see that mermaid swim the sea,
Ye see that Triton strike Ye free...
Now oh! ruthless pirate long forgone,
now friend so dear, Ye sure have come;
This is the gift, Winter gives to thee,
the soft ice rests for the softer breath of Ye...
This is the Gift, God has gifted Ye,
snow dwells in thy fiery heart,
calm as a bumbling bee...
- Anyo Shiyen
15/04/2010

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju