The Sky and the Nest

You are the sky and you are the nest
and you are beautiful, and in the nest
it is your love that encloses my soul
with shades and sounds and scents!

There morning comes with the golden basket
bearing in her right hand the wreath
of beauty, silently to crown the earth
before the early birds catch the worm.

And evening comes over the lonely meadows
deserted by herds and through trackless paths
carrying cool currents of peace in her golden
jug from the western ocean of rest.

But the infinite sky spreads space for the soul
to take flight to regions where reigns the radiance
spotless white with no day nor night, nor form
nor colour where word is neither loud, nor in silence.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 67

Henry Victor          28.12.2012