When the Sky Turned Grey

I think of thee every moment

Thou though hid from my eyes

Art closest to my yearning heart

In every lowly action of mine

In every little step of my walk

Thou hast a silent sure part!

When the sky turned grey

And the stars went to rest

When the cuckoo sang its praise

In the sleepy mango grove

Could I float in useless thoughts?

‘It’s a new day!’ refrain the rays.

When the orphan child tender

Looked into my eyes with hope

Thou stood beside kind stream

Beckoning to the shady tree

We trinity sit together beneath

Talking of the last night’s dream!

                                                       
                                                          Xavier Bage
                                                         Thurs, May 17, 2018