Sati

This is the last one!
The thing with all these poems is that I shall be altering them greatly. Trimming them and substituting words to fit music. You know?
This last set of lyrics is partially thanks to Owen Pallett's "Graveyard of Lyrics" he is not going to use. I didn't use any directly, really, but was much inspired by the rhythm and feel.
As so:

Tandava/Lasya

My father looks at life
Through the wrong end of a telescope
He sees a long long way but barely a future
And there are a thousand stars more in my sky

They said I must be free from vice
They told me that my skin was spice
I was the lover and the griever,
I was the anger, I was the dance

I get down, so down, 'cause my parents can be cruel
Then, then, an endless duel
Between Self and the Other:
"My husband is intangible, ascetic, four-armed
And does not approve of my father or my mother."

My father is angry
And anger's a hell of a drug
The fire like an oil lamp, a stranger in my head
The colour of space, the colour of dread, oh,
If I am dead to you, then I shall truly be dead!

Sati! Beloved! I would dance the whole world into ruins
If only to bring you back
I will dance gravity and levity and heaven and
A deep but dazzling darkness
Until, oh until all that is left are my legs in the sand

You are the lover and the griever
You are the anger
You are the dance