The juxtaposition of me and you
contrasting against what we had been through

I thought of your eternal soul when I bathed in the sea
Where we returned your ashes
Where you wanted to be.

This ephemeral life
How angry I was when you departed,
A year on still I grieve
Unable to accept another life you have started.

The sublime wonder of everyday
The lives
The deaths
The returning of they.

The magnificence of it all
If you have the strength to see
Why cry for those who left us
They are eternal as are we.

The angry boy that wouldn’t wear his hat
His mother would shout
And he would shout back

If only one would listen
To what the ears cannot hear
But lost in the screams
The important message disappears

So before you decide on refusing to wear your blue hat
And before you spank the child for answering back
Listen to the intrinsic force that beats inside
As the transparent message will soon come to light

The gift of remembering is a terrible thing,
Memories of the past, a tear will bring.
But before ignorance clouds my brain
I must abstain from pretending the intractable pain -
Of life doesn’t exist,
For it impacts us all throughout our lives,
And so does joy - allowing hurt to subside.

I must remember,
How dare I forget!
My ambivalence towards memory is something that didn't last,
Ironically another memory in my mind’s past.

Palm trees towering over me
The delicate blue sky evoking the sea
How I long to remain in this company

Dragonfly you pass me by
Not noticing the wonder in my eye
If only you could see the awe you inspire

A travellers mind it is hard to grasp
How much we have seen
How much we have passed

The colours of the world never cease to amaze
The busy people hurry on
While I stop and gaze

Please don’t make me go
I never want to leave
I wish to stay forever in this joie de vivre

If only for a moment you could understand
The beauty I have experienced in this vast rapturous land
My beatific stance you cannot deny
Look closer at the sublime wonders captured in my eye.

Please paint another path
Which doesn’t lead to home
There are far too many roads left
Which I am yet to roam.

When he died
we fell apart
it broke
it broke
my fragile heart.

I lost myself
when you said goodbye
my god
my god
how many tears I cried.

Still we wait for something to ease the pain
the loss
of life
it was all to blame.

Learning to live on such an ephemeral plane
our lives
our lives
they are all the same.