Narayana,
The boy who
Rides
On the sea swell
Like a rainbow fish on the wave,
Your face,
Straight-nosed,
Radiant as the ancient moon, unseen
Beyond the present cosmos,
Deep blue, the petaled lotus,
Swift, your hurled discus;
Salt tides murmur in the humming strain
Of the conch shell.
You float by on the branch of a green
Tree,
Your smile an enigma,
Sad, yet ever glad
Anon,
You drift off to sleep.
Who are you,
Lord of the shadowy sea
And the moon-risen grace?
Who are you
Walking out from the edge of the brave
Woods, dense and deep,
At the dawn
Of all the time-tilled rings?
You sail on the wings
Of the great dark swan,
Or dream on the white coiled train
Of Adi Sesha,
Who will be
The only one to remain.
You carry the key,
Narayana,
To the tall
Stone gate,
Long
Closed.
You are the singer of the song,
Narayana,
Of all the notes gone
Silent,
And all
That await
The shining rain-lit moment,
An era yet to be.
© Sharon St Joan, June 12, 2013
Photo: Sharon St Joan