to the truly creative mind...a lover is a god
His eyes were the sky His rain, wind, the sun
Like Indra, of weather and war
A God; he creates and destroys
I wait and I wait. I don’t beg --
Unfounded dreams, a sigh in the night
He waits, and he waits. He won’t beg --
He makes his choice.
Futile and empty
The candle still burns --
Through the blizzard he walks.
There is that town where the sun shines so bright.
The sky so blue, his eyes --
That place, it exists,
when you come here I’m here, waiting for you --
I’m the warm reprieve.
The need and the want together in one
the blue of the sky is there in my heart
the warmth of the sun I hold in my hand
It’s yours, Varuna,
the sky in your eyes,
the wind at your feet