SING NO DIRGES IN LOVERS’ WORLD

She leans on his shoulder
as the gentle waves lapping
on to the shore wet their feet:
A picture –perfect love

Young minds love calm seas,
even as love sends tremors inside.
Young lovers dream blue skies
even as passion shrouds it in clouds

Let not giant waves that swept away
domains of love, life and dreams
at odd hours of the night
strangle their dreams
with nightmare hands.

Let them stay blessed in ignorance
where they hear mermaids singing.
Don’t tell them it’s choked gasps
of shipwrecked sailors
in water-worlds of no return.

Let not the shamed mermaid, who,
on lovers’ day, chose to go hiding
in the bottom of the waves,
discolor those rainbows
vibrant in their hearts.

Let not the kid, building sand castles,
taken away by the waves
into realms of crystal streams beneath
lure them
into perilous longings.

Let not those riders to the sea, seeking living,
disappeared in crevices of waves,
beckon them into unsettling visions
no loving hearts
ever longed to behold.

Build for them a bower
roofed with rainbows,
lit by fireflies,
and fanned by butterflies

Sing for them tunes
woven by nightingales
in lands of eternal spring
where dirges are unheard.