Search my friend, search hard and seek Ananda,
look anywhere you will for she is close
to you as mist floating on sea, swirling
in a blue sari, silver-starred and stitched
by the restless shifting of your lovesick mind.
Search for Ananda, search hard and seek
but be careful for she may trick you
under the moonshine, her silver scarf,
swimming, and sliding round her shoulders,
when the sea-mist, strikes madness into the mind.
Seek, search for Ananda, see how she smiles
and her smile is fatal and her charms
are as hoary as the moonstricken frost.
She is love mated with ice: slick as a fish,
her breath fog-bound to a seasick mind.
Swim to Ananda, swim, see how she smiles,
her lips caked in the salt of the sea,
breasts white as the moon-glazed frost—
the marbled glass of her skin, lit
like a green lantern in the waters of the mind.
Weave me a tapestry of dreams, Ananda, spun
from your silver hair, spin your curtain
of moonlight over my sea-stricken soul
sing your siren-song to the innermost self:
help me, float free from my shipwrecked mind.