To my love

Forget me not...

The Laments

They don't sing of the rain anymore
Hollow strains tease the air
Burdened with the smoke of passing generations
Where are the clouds?
Indistinct shadows where once
They were aloof and menacing
Their bite dulled
Will nothing cut anymore?
Even sadness is sensation, a flash of fire, of pain...
But this?
Grey? Is drabness the new order?
Or are we just at the fringes of the canvas?

The world is flat?

Where will the boat sail if the world is flat and cracking...
And the sea boils over?

Fruitless yet fulfilling

And we chase shadows all our lives
Looking for neither the source: the object
Nor the cause: the light
Whose path when crossed leads
To the thing we chase across
The sepia-stained surface of life

For we can neither touch the shadows
Nor feel them as they graze us
Neither capture them nor free them
From their canvas, this Wall
Why then do we chase?
Why do we seek?
What do we find ultimately?
In the end... what mattered?

The shadows colour not the wall
Yet the wall is coloured innately
And the shift of stains occur
As meaninglessly as the passage of time
And the shadows flit from stain to stain
Here: lost amidst darker stains
There: darkening a brighter patch

They are levellers
They are untouchable
Indomitable, inextinguishable save
For if their source or cause be lost
And that cannot be for no one seeks
Thus it becomes known
Why we chase shadows

We are unequal all of us
We need levelling, we seek levellers
We are mortal, we seek the immortals
We do not know our source
So we seek that whose source cannot be seen
We are the shadows
And the shadows chase us
Across the wall
Across our lives
Across our world

And this is our quest
It bears no fruit
For we cannot hold what we find
Occupation bears no result
Yet we continue
For it is fulfilling
Though fruitless

To the world- "I observe and I learn"
To me- "I live"
To all else- "Why?"

Halcyon

These are thy Halcyon days
Live them with something
To last thee when thy winter prey
Upon thee and youth taketh wing

Touchwood

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A Tribute

She-

I thought it was your smile,
the beautiful outlet of your honesty.
Then I thought it was your determination to listen and absorb,
and your choice to open to only a few.
Then I gave up thinking,
mulling over how you are, why you are, considering what you are.

He-

I thought it was your eyes,
flashing fire and glowing simplicity.
Then I thought it was your child-like innocence and clarity,
and your choice to see only the good.
Then I gave up thinking,
mulling over how you are, why you are, considering what you are.

Us-

We are one
Bright as the sun
Better for there is no night
To still the brightness of our light
For though limited days our bodies shall endure
Yet forever shall our love grow, each day more and more...

ASMT