The music of dawn opened my eyes
the birds were singing in the elysian sunrise;
my thoughts held me close to my heart
and made me a beatific dream
the bliss enraptured my existence
as I swam through the turbulent seas.
I drowned once but was alive again
maybe those fishermen on the shores
laughed at my plight when they gathered
for dinner beneath their thatched roofs

The music of dawn was pure
so soothing, so charming that I drifted
with the red earth
between the grasslands and the leaves
Daffodils, sunflowers and fresh roses
danced with the bucolic breeze
the butterflies were dancing with
the humming bees - love songs maybe
They glanced at me with a familiarity
as if I were them and they were me
But they flew away when I tried
to feel the tender touch of their wings

The music of dawn was engrossing
in the hills during spring
where horses invited me
to ride on their backs
where apples were strewn below
the snow-capped rhapsody
I was singing through the hills
in the winter of spring
but the streams never gushed nor simmered,
they were calm, still frozen and lifeless
the looming mountains sang
a frozen song of stillness and solitude

But the music of dawn was the best
in the vast, endless desert
where no stretch of verdurous touch
remained to soothe
the flowing dryness of the eyes
Yet the sands turning to a lukewarm
feverish soul after the cold retrieve of the night
sent a shiver down my spine
I saw an oasis and when I went to loosen
my fervent body
in the transparent verisimilitude of trembling waters,

I realized
that the music of dawn was actually
the renouncing elegy of twilight.        
 

 

June, 1999
Copyright - Saberi Roy, 2007