Mystic Skies

Time, in its oddity true and blind,

Shan't stand till for the virtues we seek.

It washes over the sands of our lives

The resonant waves, the waves of time.

For it follows not our dreams satiate,

But holds the key to all joys innate.

Placid pools of the night

Mirror the silvery gleam of the moonlight

Hoping for perfection of an infant beam

Praying for the song of spring time reed.

Wish eternally for the gusts of joy

But elude not the streams of despair,

And this way you shall for all time be

Happy in thralls of joy and misery.

Embark now on your glorious flight,

Soar high in the mystic skies.

Embrace your dreams and fears tonight,

And sail to the dawn, the canvas of night,

Paint your dreams from your pallette of life,

With all the colours that have you in thrall.

Climb high to the mountains you seek,

Of happiness joy and liberty.

If you fall into a ravine bleak,

Spread again your majestic wings

And high you shall rise

Soaring eternally in your mystic skies.

........ Tanya Bhattacharjee