Fate (Feb 1989)
When sleep steals over half the world
And my body rests in slumberous repose;
I then wander into my private land:
My dream land.
A land of sweet dreams,
Ecstatic hopes and fantasies;
Where castles may be built of air
But each stone is laid with love and care.
Each steeple I build there touches the sky;
Each bird I hear sings harmoniously;
Each flower there bears a smile;
My heart is at last quiet happy.
So I lie on my bed,
Think in rapture and sigh;
What does not suit me,
I erase and supply.
Then suddenly with thunder rolling
And lightening flashing;
(Not that she needs moral support)
Fate appears at my side.
Fatimah, Nemesis, Kismet …
How many names she has!
Just as many ways and methods
She employs to wreck my dreamland.
With flowing black hair
And silver eyes flashing;
Quiet calmly she descends,
Right into my wandering.
I shrink back in fear
And watch her diabolical eyes
Reflect the colour
And glory of my land.
She surveys the vistas before her
With malicious delight;
Then raises her sceptre and ruthlessly
Sweeps everything down with careless might!
In one fell swoop my crystal domes are shattered;
My steeples all bent and pointing towards hell;
The flowers have all dried and clouds
Hang heavy in the sky!
Instead of my fantasies now
I gaze at a laughing face.
Her diamond chip eyes shining with glee;
While I struggle in vain to set my dreams free.
Fate, She must be a beautiful siren
To get away with this disgrace!