Through your eyes of sweet folly,
I found, on a summer holiday,
A whirlpool of magical delights!
In the woods, birds ‘nests full with mint candies,
French nougat and jelly babies;
Hanging from the branches of the banyan tree,
Strands of spaghetti;
In the singing brook, enticing chocolate wafers!
When, at the seaside, you laughed heartily
Amused that the sand tickled your toes,
Wildly happy that the waves licked your bare skin
And, with bursting joy you yelled,
I discovered a man-child,
Yielding, warm, whimsical,
Aspiring to impossible dreams!
You built castles on the wet sand
Sketched with seawater our portrait
Ordering the sun not to set
Time to suspend its flight!
You weaved seaweeds in my hair
Bedecking seashells in the gray strands
Claiming that they were golden threads
That I was your queen,
The Queen of Arabian Nights!
At dusk, in the howling sea of Pereybere
Your body drifting close to mine listlessly
Clasping my hand tightly
Richard Parker you made a sacred vow
The falling star in the sky, see?
You will catch it and put it in the hand of your Ani
Then why did you leave so unceremoniously?