“On the sea of crimson dreams,
where I sail across to you,
rowing this blackened dinghy,
broken and ragged,
and held by duct-tape and glue;

And when the day shall arise,
you see me again in your eyes,
and we’re not the ones from before;
Be but sworn to your happiness,
and I shall disappear by the shore.”

The last words I heard you speak
to the maiden of mystique,
‘fore you left me in the dark,
go find your love,
Fairfarren my heart.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar