My dreamy evenings
Turned into autumnal landscapes?
The Tom in me stopped
Running after the butterflies and
Entered the land of Eros
With Jerry’s hand in hand?
The golden figure
Of maiden youth
Was now surrounded with moons
Enchanting and adorable,
Erotic and obsolete,
Charming yet fragile,
Hiding the next moment
Behind the clouds
For causes unknown.
Why did my heart
Made a start
To shimmer beyond
Into snowy coolness
With a single touch
Of your palms on mine?
It was you, my darling-
Who molded
My innocent eyes
Into clouds euphoric
And my childish dreams
Into evanescent droplets of silver rain,
In the ages following the day
I met you on the bay.
The colour of my dreams,
The ambitions of my life-
Took a twist, a historic turn?
From a shy young boy
To a daring spirited man,
From a timid, confused toy
To a Do-Anything-, I-Can
From a helpless, aimless lad
To a spirited divine being,
From a restless reckless mind
To a nesting, blissful king,
You made a hero out of zero,
A real hero out of me.
Oh Papa, my dear father
To my land of disillusioned air
And polluted tongues
And deafened ears
You brought me
A planet of safety,
A sky of dreams,
An ocean of tranquility,
A galaxy of friendly souls
Who sing songs of liberty.
My life is but a bud of fire,
An aspiring glow
Under thy shadow.