Yantra Mantra

 

Both crossed Europe from afar

To avoid the sort of people that we are

And then we met here

In a bar

Not the sort of thing we do

Strange it made our dreams come true

Right upon the doorstep

Of the Tsar

 

And the Yantra flows along

All day she sings her songs

And she gets all the words

Wrong

 

Antique eccentricity

Is what our friends and neighbours see

When they visit us

Occasionally

A house that’s full of junk and cats

Cyrillic welcome on the mat

From a world of madness

We are free

 

And the Yantra’s winding by

And she drinks her foraged chai

And when I taste it I think

Why?

 

A garden kissed with colour's our trademark

So picturesque that it might be a park

When they explore it

People remark

Trees and plants of many breeds

Reflect the caring nature of our deeds

And those vampiric little bats

As it gets dark

 

And the current never ends

Going slowly round the bend

While to our sanctum

We transcend

 

We move in circles most arcane

Our hates and passions both the same

Without each other we would go

Insane

Folks we know can't comprehend

How lives together we can spend

A little strange but we're

A perfect blend

 

And by this river I speak of

Friends gave us a gentle shove

‘til unexpected we fell in

Love

 

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Image:

Every image I use is from a photograph I have taken myself. 

On this occasion – The Yantra River swollen by spring meltwaters.