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.