Bohemia Village Voice

[From ‘Bohemian Bagatelle‘, published 1979 by the Bohemians]

CAPTIVE

I lie captive to your beauty,

My mothwing joy flutters,

Pinned forever to your love.

If I turn my back upon you,

As a moth can to the sun,

You will burn me into being

And bury me in light and love.

I observe as if from without,

You exist only within creation;

Through dark glass I watch the dancers,

Yet weave with them your pattern of love.

The shining day breathes order, pulsates

Joy through every line and hue:

Our world is the bright garden

Where you play; and we, your dream of love.

Mary Sarkar