Saturday, December 18, 2010

IN THE LASTING SILENCE - "A HOPE"

On My Uncle's Death

You have settled above, watching over
Each one (you left behind), giving cover
From rain and Sun, as you'd have done
If you were still here - among us, one.

We miss the smile, the mirth and the joy,
The kind heart akin to that of a boy
And though we have mourned their loss
You know we want for us back all those.

Guided by moon light, you come to stand
And touch sleeping heads with blessing hand;
You bloom in the silence of our sleep,
Make memories vivid, jewels forever to keep.

Days blur, memories haze, faces overlap
But still in dreams at night or a day's nap,
You seal within us, hidden behind Time,
Memories of you rare to again find.

So Time, take no pride, for we believe
You would soon revive what you bereave;
Guiding the soul inside, a ray would make way
And with hope we will all wait for the day.


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FIRE & WATER



Fire and Water once met on the hedge-
Fire flared, Water hissed, to acknowledge
Fire's to Water what snake's to snake-catcher,
But they can still keep what's most to matter.
Fire and Water played delicate games-
Burning and quenching amidst the flames;
The Contest played even for most the while,
For one winning would make It all futile.
Water soon loathed Fire's searing heat,
While his stock drained, lightening his feet;
Before long, he refused to play further,
Grew his indifference, cloaking his torture.
So Fire then grew three-fold in fiery,
And Water slunk away entirely-
Fire beat about like a ghost possessed,
Water pondered what kept Fire obsessed...
***
Water wouldn't know even if he froze
That all Fire craves is Water's approach,
For the burning throughout soul and body
Can only quench in Water's custody.

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