In Your Dark Eyes
In your dark eyes
The fires that burn within
Obscure the path to the heart and soul.
No one dares to challenge you then.
No one dares to look.
In your dark eyes
The fires only succumb to embers
At the end of a day
With sweet tea, rose petals, and the great book.
With me mending, watching, and listening
At your knee.
It's only then that the scenes of 100 battles come forth
Not in rage but in reflection.
It's only then that the triumphs of a statesman,
The honour of a friend
And the softness of a husband, father and master emerge.
In your dark eyes
As the darkness gives way to dawn
The winds of war blow strong
The embers are once again fanned
And the fire returns.
But I look, Master
I see, Sayyidi
I am.
