A Song for Sita

Time it was when we banished were
From the riches, the comfort and the ranks,
When all I had was the grit in my bones
And your brave heart, that made us one.

Love it was when I possessed your mind,
And you filled mine; not a soul knew
How depraved we in our lust could be,
And how pure in its truth.

The smells of twigs and of feral leaves
Were the tenets of our love forlorn  -
Daft and intense - as if Nature itself
Partook, or we had the elements become.

Now as I sit, unamused, amidst
The clamour of a thousand chords,
I think to a time when no song was mine,
Your deafening silence was gold.