Sihaya...

the moon shines upon her silver face
the stars light up her brow
clad in a raiment of golden threads
she fills the lakes with her glow
the soft touch of her velvet hands
causes the blossoms to spring
from the dulcet sound of her passing feet
the nightingales learnt to sing

oft in the woods she sings alone
treads on the path of golden grass
all the beasts hearken her sing
and behold her passing till their last
she fills the hearts of Men with love
and mirth unending she lends
the fragrance of her breath fill the earth
and gladdens the heavens above

the sun takes his fire from her
and winds, their speed
the waters she fills with a calm unkown
and gushing tumult at need
she runs in the waters through the veins of the Earth
and dwells in the breath of the birds that fly
her tears heal the wounds of death
blessed are those who see her pass by

i met her in a dream that befell on me
a dream that has last so long
darkness of my heart she heals away
and lives in me as a song
Desert Spring, i call thee Sihaya
i see you walk with me amidst the sands
Never ever leave my side my love
for thou art the one that binds me to these lands.