The Interlude

I am drenched In a solemn, endless rain of tears Over the drifting of my sole spring— Its grace and ethereal splendour Extricate me, Now lost in the tangled darkness of cosmic riddle Fire me, To the crest of your sublime ripple In a murderous mob Hunting down intolerant voices Let me flourish Efface that vestigial wilderness Of towering forest between So I can hear … Lavish on me the wealth of your melodic inventions Closing that desert of distance That long seems across trillion miles I, the latest flame in your rising fire Pull me near your rapid river Where groves laden with mangoes quiver