Mar 2016
The Living Said
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country - the Beyond
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those of whom I am so fond
They make it seem familiar and most dear
As journeying friends bring distant regions near
The Dead Said
We are here, finding little but existence
Staring at your world of breath and air – the There
Far past, only permitted glance of glass fence
Seeing just cause, no viable way to share
Hard but not solid distance, a depurative mist
This knowledge not for you now, but does exist
© Piyali Basu/PJ Poesy 2013
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country - the Beyond
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those of whom I am so fond
They make it seem familiar and most dear
As journeying friends bring distant regions near
The Dead Said
We are here, finding little but existence
Staring at your world of breath and air – the There
Far past, only permitted glance of glass fence
Seeing just cause, no viable way to share
Hard but not solid distance, a depurative mist
This knowledge not for you now, but does exist
© Piyali Basu/PJ Poesy 2013
This is a collaboration piece by my dear friend, Piyali Basu, and myself. The first half Piyali's and the second, my own. Ms. Basu and I have several collaborations.
