if i had to write

If i get to write
what would it be
a summertime fling
or a magic tree

if i get to write
what would i narrate
tales of magic
or of love and hate

if i had to write
what would i say
follow your foresight
or let someone lead the way

if i sat down to write
what would it be about
a history of wars and might
or of spiritual doubt

if i ever wrote
who would pick it up
children at bedtime
or a wise grownup

where darkness and light meet

it comes in gasps and bursts
here, there as i see one more
more to come, more to go
on towards
where the sand dunes blow

in a hazy gaze
with flashes of brilliance
with flashes of pure gold sunlight

deep vermillion
velvety black
of the night sky
with the crystal sparkling stars

on towards the edgy waterfall
soar towards the sunlit sea
of deep sapphire at sunset

of life and death
of the chill wind in the graveyard
where the mighty shiva dances
soar like a rocket
uptowards paradise
where somewhere in a milky sea
the peacock-feathered Krishna lies

both my lords
as Brahma in his bliss
unfolds from the fountain
more haze, more clarity
where darkness and light meet
once-and-for all
in eternity