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Mirrors mock lost dreams of a distant night
Deepening frost tempers the haughty brow
Quiet patience befriends Time's eternal chain
A darkening vigil guards the morrows now.

Silence endures an agonised moment's cry
Barbed memory stings, still drawing blood
Anxious lids in vain, despairing try
From prying eyes to shield the surging flood.

Sorrow exploits dumb Silence's willing trust
As faltering smiles attempt the world to cheat
Trampled emotion now seeks a healing touch
Despair and Hope in equal measure meet.

In passing, callous Time looks back
An indifferent glance, yet something holds it still
Perhaps it hears the anguished call
Of a Dawn searching a Night to ****.

A remembered grace tortured limbs embrace
Fatigue a moment steps aside
Listless fingers the worn fabric caress
Another smile gestures to stem the tide.
Turn away from me if you so wish
I’ll hold on to an  empty space
Togetherness is strictly time defined
My solitude’s cloaked in  eternal grace
It’s many years since last I saw
Another’s smile light up my room
It’s many years since last I walked
Paths where wild flowers bloom.

It’s many years since last I reached
And felt the grasp of a friendly hand
It’s many years since last I wept
Watching a garden turn to sand.

It’s many years since last I raised
My voice against what bigots preach
It’s may years since last I searched
For a Truth that I too could reach.

And as I mulled over my life
Nature watched then quietly said
There’s much still to be done
Use your heart- since reason’s dead

Rise and stretch those tired limbs
And let your voice roar loud again
For those whose lives are shackled still
For those whose days are full of pain

Though life be short, the soul persists
Dwell not on years that are gone
One day the heavens’ll  sigh- relieved
That through you a new hope was born.
Within I hear a myriad sounds,
I forget—
It’s loneliness  that resounds
The day will come-I know well it will
When dark shadows crowd your way
And you in vain will try and  fight
To glimpse again the light of day.

Distressed you’ll question “Lord why me?”
The Heavens are silent- and no answer give
For they know you had made a choice
Of the kind of world where you would live.

From within a silent voice demands
Look o’er your life- each year, each day
And balance the little good you did
Against the evil that marked your way

There was a time when pure of heart
You reached for those who’d fallen down
But then the shadows that crowd your way
Of greed and lust, within you were born.

And sudden an array of faces swirls
Of those whose lives were drenched in pain
By you and those whom you corrupted
In a sordid quest for personal gain.

A haughty head with falsehoods crowned
Today disheveled lies in the dust
Time moves on with no patience left
For your repentance, though repent you must

And those whom you called your friends
Stun you with silence -not a word they say
As you wait for their hands to reach
And lift you to live for another day.

The judgement’s passed, you are done
Just a body and a guilt filled soul
That’s lost its chance to repent
And can only hide in a lightless hole

There is a lesson from your life
For those whose lives are yet to start
Choose well the path that you will walk
And never from that path depart.
Dusty spring days when blue skies are veile'd,
And life's songs on falling notes are scaled,
Seeking refuge then from lost desires,
A man into a silent world  retires.
Closed in by thoughts on rocking chairs,  
His aloneness with a glass of beer he shares,
And  drifts into silence no sound can rent,  
Of memories, to gone days, erects monuments.
And the froth bubbling incessantly,
Creates images and all he’s lost he sees,
He walks beer soaked stumbling still
Rests himself on the window sill
Gazes at flowers smiling bright
In the raindrops glistening light

Soft words tumble from his mouth,  
In bleary stupor  he looks up and shouts –
"That laughing rain  kisses flowers
(Reminds me of tears and lonely hours)
And that bird singing in the trees,
Reflects its own beauty in all that it sees.  
While I, seeking solace in golden beer,
See this, yet my eyes still shed their tear."  
Just one thought now plagues his mind
Why could I true love not find
People came  then left my life
Burdened with more emotional strife

In anger then his bleary eyes are clear,
Glass shatters and spills all the beer.
He walks *****,  his feet are stumbling still,  
But visions from his window a hope instill  
From his window he  gazes at skies above,
Trembling fingers light another smoke.
That rising leads him by the hand,
Guides him, stumbling to another land.

Where spring skies of dusty clouds are rid,
And budding dreams in smiling flowers are hid,
Bright birds in open splendour sing,
Crystal raindrops new songs of joy bring.  
Where peace in gentle silence abounds,
And despair its knell no longer sounds.

In rapture shouts to heavens blue and clear –
"At last my freedom here is near,
for I have lost – there's nothing left to lose,
And the crossroads are here for me to choose.
To build monuments that perforce must crumble,
Walk roads where I perforce must stumble.
Or caress flowers that dreams untold,
In vivid colours for me unfold.

My peace is here, where human sounds
Are silenced  – just loneliness resounds.
Estranged from midnight
The hour tolls.
Amidst broken thoughts
Scurry soft patters of sleep
Persecuted by demons
Of orphaned moments unlived
Deserted in their nascent innocence
And the hour tolls.
Night measures its stride
While the mind charts terrains
To extend its journey
And accommodate the tortured paths of elusive rest.
And the hour tolls.
Shadows deepen
In imagined frenzy that dusky night
Will divorce their fading charms for a fairer escort.
And the hour tolls.
Dawn's altar solemnizes the union of Night.
A ceremony drowned in deafness
Of grieving shrouds against the Day,
Nursing me to a restless rest
Till, finally, the hour tolls.
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