I look into the west, down the endless sea
The sun shall soon slip into a sweet slumber
The fervent moon shall soon stage the dark theater
And tides shall then break peace in me

Tired loaded horses shall amble on the beach
And little lords toddle under secure arms
A thingummy shall come with balloons of all colors
And couples shall stroll where I can't reach

One hundred people shall cross my line of sight
And two hundred voices in this hour shall I hear
Five hundred dim lamps shall their identities uncover
And I do miss someone in the play of this light!

O! There she comes, the queen of my (empty!) heart
Splashing the agog water from the shallow shore
And as she runs, I gaze at her earrings move to and
fro
And a sparkling bindi matching her Sunday best

A glitter occurs in her eyes as they hit upon me
And a wholehearted smile runs on her rosy lips
She blushes and pink transforms into red on her cheeks
Relegating even the Princess of Sky above me

She in her sweet innocent manner explains to me
How poor were her circumstances at horology
She then enlightens me with her experiences nugatory
I listen untiringly as if they mean as much to me

We waddle along the shoreline, wading and splattering
Sauntering and making through the jolly kids at sport
We then waffle and even discuss in words and pauses
short
Events of the yester that repeat the morrow unerring!

In this hour, words uttered in knowledge and innocence
Are carried by the hearty zephyrs at speeds of cent
Down they go through soaring tides, whatever they
meant,
And resurrect as clear pearls in the cradles of
oysters!

She does see through her blue mysterious eyes what I
see
In front of us across the Augean barriers uncertain
Spruce spry sprites springing sprightly from sprigs
spun
By our love or spring tide, as witnessed by this sea!

~Ramnarenu~