Amrita Anand, Visions in Darkness

Visions in Darkness

Amrita Anand

Hearken, O sweet maiden, maintain in thy mind’s eye a vision of my soul, After I have lain it bare for all to see, like the blue, iridescent Eye-spotted tail of the peacock in all its majesty. Work with your droll, Witty mind, remember me with your love and your humor effervescent.

Witness the arresting darkness of the sightless, the night everlasting With the stars all missing—endless black. But the vision begins in my mind, Not in my sight, and though I see no more, my heart remembers yours, casting To my other senses, the feel, the smell, the sounds—all of you it can find.

My love is stronger than all of my parts together, it moves, breathes, lives In every inch of my soul—hark, my dearest, hark!—There is more to my life Than loss. Worlds away are we, but I am with you from Kyoto to Venice In spirit, if not in form, devotion precise as the edge of a knife.