Sail me down
A river of moon
I could be a
Silver fish today.
Flash me through
A fire of blue, I
Could be bait for
Tunes, today.
Slow me down and sink me low
I could weep salt pearls today.
Write me a day and sing me away
Be my swing slung from a tree today,
Bound with trails and trellis of leaf
That I can hold when I want to pray..
Giti Chandra 