Love

I hear the whisper of the wind in my ears
I see my breath rise in steam before my eyes
This silence is deafening
The steady soothing rhythm of water dropping
Why is my mind wandering?
Where does it go?
The realm of uncharted thought is vast
I fear it will be difficult for it to come back
I see him
He is so beautiful
Do I know who he is anymore?
He looks at me wonderingly
He knows not what I have become
To him I am new and fresh
To me he is unattainable
He is lost
He is beautiful all the more
I long for him
To be him once again
I run to touch him, to grasp him
Air and thoughts lose themselves in containment
His eyes full of laughter shine mockingly
Always he is one step away
He holds out his arm
To feel
To touch
To learn
His face changes
It is changing
The joy goes first
As always...
Naught but happiness remains
Contentment replaced by mere satisfaction
And sadness by sorrow
He is aging before my eyes
My wonder
My once-joy
My one true love
My child
My dream
My past
Me
Years pass
Fleetingly
I have lost what is most precious
Myself
I look at the past through a timeless mirror
Of tears is it?
The wonder is lost save for a few seconds
I will see him again
Before the end
Me
He is me again
I wish I could be him
Once more
I desire just his hunger
His wonder
His laughter
Him
Me


The rain beats against my window
I hear the whisper of the wind in my ears
I see my breath rise in steam before my eyes
This silence is deafening
I am insensitive
I am alone
With myself
Again....

The Lament of the gods

In dusk the days glory revealed
Death: bright-last-light of mortal coil
As the wind of change blows errant afield
Where mortal man does ever toil
It is we immortals who equally see
Both light and the shadow-black-dark
And as we see the River-Time flows implacably
As from the life-breath do things part...

The world changes and Earth turns
The day and the night dance eternally
The rivers flow and the flames burn
And truly, change seems the only certainty
Yet what of we who do not die?
Who are doomed to endure unceasingly
Spectators in a changing world that passes us by
Prisoners in our chains of immortality...

What cannot end cannot truly be
In a circle unending do the Twins dance
The two snakes Life-Death entwined for eternity
And  their music the song of Time, Fate and Chance
Yet we are apart, a different path we tread
For this cursed immortality do children-men try
Away from the Circles of the World our 'life' we lead
In living forever do we Undying cry...

And our tears are in the songs of this world
And our pain is perceived by those who can See
And in our sorrow we can feel but Love
For mortals, in their short lives their joy and their misery
And our song is echoed by the silent mountains
And by the birds that fly high in the sky above
And  is echoed in the rivers and the fountains
And the sound of the Sea is the song of our love...

Clarity

A petal
So delicate
Droplets of water on it
Each reflects in its own
A version
A mirror solitary
A view of its
Own perception
Of reality
Shake the petal
Watch the droplets fall
The visions are gone
Destroyed
They splatter on the floor
And they're gone
Forever
Yet
While they fall
One gets a distortion
A bent view
In and of each bubble-shell
Of fantasy
And they all
In their own twisted way
Depict what is
And what will be
For change and its effect
Are universal
And so even in loss
There is gain
For a little while
We get a view
Of that beyond all
Of eternity
In a solitary perspective
And in all its crystal
Clarity

The Lamp post

I walked the roads alone at night
The shadows of the trees washed over me
I saw you golden ebulliently bright
As you stood like a watchful sentry
There is something eerie about this time
Half-formed fears chase around ones mind
And the heart races of its own accord
Without regard to rhythm or rhyme
The shadows deepen in the reaches beyond
Your goodly golden glowing light
And one fears to stray very far from
Your light glowing brilliantly bright

Why do my thoughts circle around so?
Why do so many answers I not know?
Where are the questions formed inside the mind?
Why does dark the mortal brain excite?

Do we retain some dark fears unformed
From the years spent in caves long ago?
Through centuries of progress are men being born
Yet in the dark, once again we do not know
What silent fear yet stalks us still?
It's deadly breath on our neck forms chill
Yet as protection from the guiles of the night
Are you long-standing friend golden bright.

You and your kind have sheltered us long
Through the darkness both within and without
In the cold darkness of chaos you hold order strong
Through the creeping chills of fear and doubt

Light is thought and thought is light
Order in the chaos of the night
Yet as order must from chaos spring
Yet chaos again shall forth from order bring
And the circle without beginning cannot end
Yet light will always be a comfort in the night...

The Travellers

They came walking down the dusty road

Crowned with flowers long faded in their hair

Uncounted, long and lonely paths perhaps they trode

And some parts of them still linger there

They look tired and and they look shaken

Crowned with the dust of many years

What toll from them have the memories taken?

Or perhaps awoken ancient fears...

Where does our road lead?

Whence the travelers return

What unknown path do we tread?

From what perils will we have to turn? 

Before we can return to our abode

Or shall we willing or not, have to linger there

Like them who came walking down the dusty road

Crowned with flowers long faded in their hair

Drops

Pittering-pattering drops of rain
Running down the window pane
In tiny meandering streams
Reflecting iridescent beams
Of light many hued and shaded
The colour on the walls has faded
Yet now it's tinted by the rain
From once-dull to wet-again
By the pittering-pattering drops of rain...

Dust

Where it all began
And where it all shall end
Flying and whirling
Settling and swirling
In clouds and puffs
Whether engendered by rocks
From mountains forgotten
Or metal precious mined
Human skin or river skim
It all melds into one
Dust is levelled
It is no leveller
And dust is omnipresent
It was before all
It will be after
The futility of the in-between
A cosmic joke
Or a hidden truth?