Day: March 11, 2017

Life is what we know

 

When soft winds blow and air strokes our bare skin.
When days are long like melodies of youth,
when light wakes up the soul from out her sin
Then shall we know when this sweet life is truth?

When flowers droop and leaves are dried and brown;
When water’s short and all the ground’s forlorn
Then do not meet disaster with a frown,
For out of heartfelt sorrow new life’s born.

When winter’s here and all is quiet and still
And nothing seems to move or grow or speak
Then we shall learn the limits of our will,
When through the soil the first green shoots will break.

For seasons change and actors come and go.
Yet through such changes, life is what we know

But you went much too fast

I wanted to touch you again
I felt you were going away
But  you went much too fast
Like a bomb, like a blast
I had hoped  for the summer you’d stay

I wanted the feel of your arms
Keeping me   safe from the storms
It seems I knew not
Of the love I had got
Till the life disappeared from your form

Now I live with the birds and the bees
The slugs and the snails and the fleas
I don’t see the harm
Of spending my time
With the lower forms of life,  I’m at ease

The space I need is neither room nor chair

I need space to write my poetry
Away ye demons; let true peace find me
I cannot write when scruples sting my soul
I  know I’m broken; I was never whole

The space I need is neither room nor chair
It is a space within my  heart; it’s bare
My thoughts are channelled to  this sanctum near
Where  God burns bright and Moses stands in fear

When  exposed  to brightness  not so dear
My mind is wrecked; I wonder why I’m  here.
We need protection; ignorant of the way
Thoughts may cut us off, both night and day.

Tremble by  the  sacred Fires  within;
Protect them from  the politicians’ whim