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 Jan 2018 Sourodeep
Lawrence Hall
And Every Strand of Barbed Wire
is Excused

Perhaps the sound is pleasant to the ear
The concept that free men and women can choose
Wisely wise leaders wisely to lead them
Backwards, crashing the gates of Eden lost

And building there a world of perfect peace
No matter how many millions must die for it
And every strand of barbed wire is excused:
“Oh, well, at least we got rid of the Czar.”

The firing squads, the cries of dying children -
Perhaps those sounds are pleasant to the ear
Meet me* in that place of silence
as the wind blows softly the trees,
where moon dust sparkles our skin
and the stars whisper in the breeze.


Dance me through the stars
twirl me up and over the moon,
pull me close and love me
to the melody of lovers tune.


Meet me in that place of silence
as the stars sparkle and glimmer,
where the wind blows softly the trees
as moon dust falls and shimmers.


Hold me in your loving embrace
as our souls again entwine,
let me forever be lost
in a dance so heavenly divine.


Meet me** *in that place of silence
as the wind blows softly the trees,
pull me close and love me
as the stars whisper in the breeze.
~
lullaby raindrops*
softly fell on the tin roof
their pitter patter
sent one off to deep repose
*hushed of speechless embrace
In the ancient Shiv temple
Peace
Circumambulates the inner dome
And the sanctum

The devotees sway in trance
To the incantations of Om
Chanting sacred hymns
To the rhythmic sound of cymbals

The mystical incense
Musky its Fragrance
Wafts up in the temple premise
Divine and pious

The temple doors wide open
Peace spreads to the sanctuary
Peace is now at peace
Old memories from my hometown
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