MY SARASWATI MOONENT

O barren banks, of the Saraswati.
Those dry shores that once spawned life.
Where sacred water, lavished glory
On ancient cities now forgot

There I found you, Moonstone.
You, who taught me ancient truths.
O gem, filled with veils and mists
And colours that had tales to tell.

Yet while cupped darkly in my hands.
You just lay there dark and somber,
Trapped in my grasp, your heart gone cold,
Your singing voice without its chord.

Then, when I held you high above
To feel the glow of the morning sun,
I saw your veils of blue and green,
As they danced and swayed in pure delight

But, in the moonlight, you found your soul
Your veils enchanted and seduced,
While coy and coquettish, you hid your face,
I knew your kiss was near at hand.

Moonstone, great and ancient teacher,
You taught me how to set you free.
You whispered to me, give me light.
For then you’d dance, into my heart.


Fred Hose left his work, as a full time engineer, in South Africa, and began writing when he could no longer contain his passion for the love and compassion that is so needed, the humour and whimsy to make the world smile and also the caring that Society and Nature needs so desperately. He has written four novels in his India Alive series and an anthology called "Walking with Joy". All are as yet unpublished, because he wishes to learn something about the nuances of great writing.