Albatross

 

Albatross

 

In an autumn sky, on a crescent moon,
He crept out of the waves and clung on to me,
He was an albatross.

 

He clung on to me like a baby monkey to its mother,
Although he was an albatross.

 

His weight added to mine made me brave all storms,
Such was the mighty albatross.

 

He guided me across the shore,
With a queer panache of his own,
That albatross.

 

It wished to fly higher, that albatross.
And thus, I was left abandoned,
By an albatross.

 

I don’t know how but he ended up being a grenade,
That albatross.

 

And now that he is gone,
His memory clings on to me,
Like an albatross.

 

In fact it’s me who wishes to cling onto them –
Like an albatross.

 

What would I not do to be his albatross ?