Baptised

O daybreak sky, how I miss’d you all these years
My longlost brother-in-arms
Breathing hope into the dead clouds
Steadily lighting through cold cathodes of our dreaming eyes

O Heimdall who open’st the Bifrost
And makes me a trespasser of the seven realms
You stab my soft heart with deep vows
to pump the red wrath of Rudra.

The day is quarter past, yet just begun
The stream of life billows wild like flares on the seething Sun,
I see thee ignite my frail nerves like Prometheus’s flames
and bequeath power in each moment’s resolve !

I’m filled with unbanded remorse for our mortal plight
And like Simon brought Michael home
The manor’s glass flies as the long night dies
Yes father, I shall become …