Mild as milk -
Obsidian eyes,
Like soft black stars.
Hair a shining silk;
Bright as the Night which shades us from lies,
With mysteries hid by invisible bars.
I was always a narcisistic Gemini,
Nothing but a cerebral prancer.
But like the divine Rousseau,
You are a custodian crab, not just swift but steady,
Ensconced effortlessly by the Tropic Of Cancer.
Ever since that grave Winter day,
I lean towards your raven Light, in a quiet way.
Haloed by gentility,
May thine Justice keep thee safe.
When each man flies in every direction,
Heading hopelessly for the hills,
Heavy rain pattering hard on earthly sills,
May thine friends bring thee shelter.
For princely politeness flows from thee
As life-sustaining waters to fallow sands from the Nile delta.
May your temperate spirit come to know,
To grow in humble serenity
Towards the empowering grace of Wisdom's almighty bow.
Voice of vibrant suede,
Let your arrows be shot with care.
For life rewards those on the side of truth, not mere dare.
By knowing the phases of the moon, one is able to turn with the
tides
And, through subtle manouvres, sometimes even direct their
history's loom;
Rather than swimming, like I have tried, always and in vain against
their forceful flumes.
Everything I say is but a glimpsed reflection,
An inference based on most feeble powers of detection.
Though I have long been adrift on inclement seas,
In your youthful image I pray for a better and newer me.