THE HAND OF TIME
BY ‘KETAKI’
If
Life were one long Wreath of Roses
Strung
on a thread of Love:
If
Life were one long Rope of Pearls
Strung
on a String of Love:
If
Life were one long Chain of Thrills
Held
by Links of Love:
I
would wish for a Wreath of Roses
I
would pray for a String of Pearls.
I
would long for a Chain of Thrills
I
would ask for a Life of Love.
It
was a beauteous Crimson Rose
Fill’d
to the Lips with sweet Perfume.
The
Night was still: aloft, the Moon
Glow’d
and shone like a lovely lamp.
Night
stood still atop the hill
Holding
her breath. On a sudden,
There
wafted forth a breath of air;
A
gentle, tender touch of love.
The
Rose, she swoon’d in ecstasy.
The
vale was fill’d with sweet perfume,
The
breath and bloom of a beautiful life
Heap’d
on the Shrine of Love:
The
Incense of a loving heart
Burning
on Love’s Altar.
Such
a lovelit night it was
When
you look’d on me.
Can
one forget the glad surrender
On
that night of love?
When
you kiss’d me, time stood still.
The
magic of the moonlight
I
found in your eyes.
The
very air was so perfumed
My
eyes grew faint with ecstasy.
The
breath of roses sweetened the air
The
moonlight glister’d around like Pearls.
My
frame was thrill’d at your approach
Like
the mighty Earth at the touch of Spring.
You
and I walked hand in hand
In
the path of Love.
Silver
gleam’d the milky river,
The
flowers look’d like stars.
The
mighty earth, the moon, the stars,
Stood
still like painted pictures.
The
Wheel of Time has gone full round.
The
Moon, a ghost of her former self,
Sinks
pallid in the western sky.
The
Hand of Frost has hurt the Rose,
Her
blush is gone for ever.
The
perfum’d breath of the moonlit night
Has
vanished all too soon.
It
is now the icy winter gale
Moaning
in the caves,
Wailing
like a wounded god
On
the Shores of Love,
Searching
for a Souvenir
From
the Wreck of Life.
Life
is a Wreath of Roses
Strung
on a Thread of Pain:
Life
is a Rope of Pearls
Strung
on a String of Pain:
Life
is a Chain of Thrills
Held
by Links of Pain:
It’s
no matter: Life is Love.
The
breath of love is the breath of life,
We
must love, or die.
The
Summer air may change her tune,
The
Music lingers on:
The
moonlit night may change to grey,
The
Magic lingers on:
The
lovelit night is a thing of the past,
The
thrill, it lingers on:
The
Hand of Time may break the Vase,
The
Perfume lingers on.