CALYPSO: MYSELF

Here I stand;

Beyond the Sea at the End of the World.

Stranded by Fate;

In a typhoon of memories.

I drown myself in the rain;

Their voices resonating within me.

A gentle breeze blows on this Isle;

Singing the ordeals of Time.

Ephemeral are my emotions; Fleeting is my love.

Starry nights and Roaring tides,

Accompany this frivolous farrago.

This fragile heart,

Brimming with joy and love.

Whispers of Dreams far away.

I see those Dreams, clad in colours,

Shining in their Chaste afterglow.

I see them still, like years ago,

An illusion calling out to me.

The Dreams do end, the memories sublimate

Yet I stand,

Beyond the Sea at the End of the World.

-Aishwik Ray