I have seen pain
And felt the harsh sun on my bare back
Without a shirt on it
How can I return home
You were far from me
A wild thing
With untamed tresses
And fire in your eyes
The eternal gypsy with an opium pipe
And bewitchment coursing through your veins
You were not scared of the stranger banging on your doors
Seeking shelter from the storm in his breast
You kept him safe
And he kept you wild
And maybe one day
You will go your seperate ways
And this friendship will be kept alive
Through the alphabet used to express sentiment
Maybe I will remember you
As the violence in the rain
And maybe you will remember me as the tranquility in a lake
Maybe your favorite time of day
Is a time when it is dark
When weary with smiling
You rest at last
Maybe you will still know me
As the stranger who drank water at your door
And maybe I will remember your eyes
In which there is an inferno
The Bilge Master
Poster credit Sudeshna Roy
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