Sirisha Mopati - Us

Us

Today as the green sounds recede,
The Lord of seas
Marches to his Lady Moon.
But his chariot falls short of life,
He roars in agony.
The road is too long to breathe,
The night too dark to hide.
He roars, he laments his fate.
Till his voice remains overshadowed
By the evil clouds of night.
As he gasps for the remnants of his Love,
She breaks the chains of eternity.
With the gait as gentle as a rose petal,
She pours her glistening amore,
As calmly as a mother feeding her child….
Her shimmering effigy,
Cures his pain