On this cold frosty winter morning
the sun plays hide and seek
and so, I must do away with the night
dressed in gold, I become the sun streak
Let me be the golden rays that warm
and brighten you in your cold dark despair
or shall I be the serene soothing moonlight
when in the shadows of the night you wish your loneliness to bare?
Shall I be the leaves of the Fall
in hues of bright oranges and deep crimson
when the trees of life shed their layers on you
so you may collect me and wear me on your naked skin?
How would you wreathe me then, my love?
for shining on your cold and dark despair
Is it with a Pacific love or Atlantic care
that you embrace me with and make me yours?
Did I hear you say I am the Fall of your birth
your Eve that lured you to your Original Sin?
and that I’m the Summer of your growth
the epitome of all you’ve ever aspired to be?
But did I tell you, you are the monsoon of my love
forever cleansing me, all that I have sinned?
that you are the fulfilment of my Autumn
the smell of completion, so strong in the wind?
Oh but you are my Winter too
when I shall leave this world to be born again
much closer to your bosom this time
to make us an Eternal Spring!
©Nandita Manan Yata.