In the world of Harper and Madeleine

Sent to me on Jan 25th, 2002. 3:52 am.

Dearest deepest darkest sea

Those nothings which you wrote to me

brought back the smell of salty sun

which the waves had gently spun.

goan greed so bright and pure

goan greed that wants some more

some more of that paradise

and the holiday disguise

the lack of my bikini

in this freezing room

is nature's way of telling me

that I'm back too soon

delhi winter is another fact

the wind has very little tact

but its allowing me to endorse

a new wardrobe for a new cause.

the office looks like a garage

its empty, messy, dead and large

times are changing nervously

and fates are forming purposely.

I wonder what I'm going to do.

I haven't any sort of clue

my future seems too far from now

2 years have passed I don't know how.

the magic beds in my own home

trap me when I am alone

the sun spills onto soft beddings

and the green barbet needs to sing

eucalyptus leaves talk in their sleep

and the wind it sometimes weeps

The guitar has lost its wooden soul

in my heart its left a hole

its strings cut me like a knife

for I am its prodigal wife.

it awaits my uncertain return

meanwhile its useless fire burns.

and harper's gone drunk and tanned

the crowded ship is so unmanned

we'll have to find the secret map

and spread it out upon our laps

find different routes to different lands

but rendezvous on goan sands

your heart, now it must be lighter

and your vision even brighter

i'm glad we caught the setting sun

amidst those days of frantic fun.

I saw the fog lift from your eyes

what doesn't kill you makes you wise

and I can see that you've returned

with battles won and lessons learned.

goodbyes we missed my never mind

another chance we'll have to find.

love and watermelons

skelp