My Shrine of Love

Holding my love’s altruistic lamp in my hand I grope around to find you, O dear, in the swarthy Shadows of the falling sun, I fear lest I lose your Silhouette in the twilight of my life, In my solitary dream like a petal-soft Flamboyant autumn-flower you came And blossomed with soft shyness, A red hibiscus or a shining orchid you could be! In the vividness of a rising dawn A violin rendered its prolonged tone That conveyed your pain to me, I have to protect my shrine of love From the heat of a barren desert! It might glide over the slippery algal Path of time into the mystery of pyramids, Into the page of history!