Summer Fauve Indian Eyes (dedicated to Pete Whitehead 1970-1998) When I think of you
Marshmallows and jabberwockies
Appear in the gathering dusk
To promise you the lands where the Mughals reigned
I would give you the spirit of India
Hidden in the jewel-encrusted box
Wrapped in tangerine dreams
With children who shyly beckon
Faces alight as they recognise
The child in you I remember you there
Standing by the road
The dust in our hair
And light in our footsteps
The children sang for you
And you gathered the youngest
Up
Cradled it to you
For it was you
The unknown quantity
Hidden by the pain of now I would give you this life again
Blow away the dust
Cradle your heart anew
And show you who you are
I would give you this summer's peacock
Strutting carelessly in the fields of sunrise I would give you the freedom in a little boy's smile
The boy who knows that unicorns are real
And that Middle Earth is but a heartbeat away
I would give you the world
If I thought it would blow away the sorrow in your eyes I would give you eternity in a flower
The springtime that will never shed its blossom
Never shed its tears
For it does not know that
Truth can lie buried in
The soft rain of winter sorrow And when the birds start singing again
I will tell you of the raindrops
That moisten the English earth
Of the smells, the freshness
That envelops this wild rich country
On a clear summer's morning
I will tell you of the icicles
That melt in winter doorways
And of the cat that visits us in colder times
Seeking the warmth of Indian eyes
And I will give you
This man's faith
That he will
Rise again from the ashes
In a land where the sun never sets
A man who will set foot
On the track of his dreams
To give birth to
The fiery ball of Earth within him.
Summer Fauve (c) 1998
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