Spirit of Diyawanna

The beautiful Diyawanna sat by the brook,
As the waters rippled softly,
Waiting for the black steed to pass her by,
That rode the spirit of her love,
The silver saddle, lustrous in moonlight,
Yearning for a dream that never would be.

Diyawanna in loneliness waited away,
As a fresh bloom as midnight approached,
She pinned for the strange gallant knight,
Who rode into the darkness,
And as the dawn appeared in her dew drops,
Morning found her dead in the lake.

But her spirit roams the banks,
At the brook she pined away,
She rises at the midnight out of the waters,
When the moon hides her glorious majesty,
Behind the darken'd clouds,
And cast her spell on Diyawanna.

As the saddened Diyawanna keeps waning,
Shedding her eternal tears,
They fall into the still waters,
Of the brook,
And rise in tide to swell,
The brook into a lovely lake.

And the night keeps riding by,
Each night as midnight strikes,
And Diyawanna's spirit follows on,
Away from the lake's grasp,
And the morning will find the dew,
A carpet upon the trek.

But today as Diyawanna pine,
Time has cast her magic spell,
A royal city in Kotte re-born,
And amidst glory a mansion stands,
For the knight on his back steed to enter,
It's portals, by moonlight night

Gwen Heart

The poet eloquently describes the legend behind the magnificent body of water; Diyawanna. The poem, among other things, is noted for its brilliant portrayal of nature in its myriad beauty and the use of apt metaphors. The poem stands out for its effortless rendering and brevity, unity and embellished diction.

-Indeewara