Clouds spread all over the world
thoroughly to a misty atmosphere
I followed YOU
across the mountains
as the dust was drifted away...
in a moanful humming
to your faded colors.

Come and Join me
Be my shelter
In my most aching hours
before the awakening of the dawn!!!

One moment
cancels out another
signifying a loss
something that's past
could never return
the next kiss or embrace
is not the same
each a form
an inscription
a touch-on
like none other
once having emerged
disappears into nowhere
irreversibility is the unchanging theme
of time--

each tide carries
the water forward
leaving the rest behind
a gust of wind
sweeps across
insubstantial, lost
irrecoverable
in empty space
leaving no trace
nothing does
itself repeat
replication
and recurrence
would never be wrought--

ah, my dearest and most-loved
it's the moment now
to which we are together bound
as a word
is said
as our eyes
exchange
a message
as our heart
is locked
in secure passage
we'll not be left in doubt-

as the moanful nocturne
reaches out
and its last notes fade
and sink* away
in the night's whereabout
we will know
for sure
the telling is over
the curtain has fallen
a new chapter
must follow--

if this brittle transiency
you understand
as you hold my hand
it would be bliss enough
as in silence we remain
unfazed, unmoved, unruffled
mindless of what's to come
in the sureness of our faith
that would withstand and defy
any awaiting future outcome--

courage would be ours then
to reign in and reap for keeps
whereupon our long-cherished dream
would have crystallised and bloomed
a bright light would be beckoning from afar
amidst the gloom of the shivering night
we, though weary,  would have arrived safely
after the long-tested travail and trial
Via Dolorosa would its farewell have bidden
all that our heart has longed and searched for
would at last have found its unmistakable haven.

Life---could it just be
to do with moods?
do the moments lift your spirit
or land you lost in bewildering woods?

Joys, wonders, smiles, bouquets
or doubts, angsts, unruly weeds and decayed flowers?
dreams and hopes that all else transcend
or the downhill and dereliction of moanful hours?

Asgard for a felon
a thousand souls dashed amongst the shoreline
disheveled bad & good folk alike
lost amidst the tethers swirling
astounded I drift down amidst the fetters
below the surface of the dreadnaught infested pocket depths of bitterness and dementia, here festering crying screams of betrayal, derelict sins dredging the skepticism besides the banks of moanful dirges in repentance for every past grievance I'm unable to shake.
These are the depths.
always the depths.
the depths they must be madness
to grant eternal life, to the eternal slumber
insisting, this time you will succeed in life
but only by your failures.
and yet,
I still am not able to find solace, from severing the tendons,
neither the depths noose around my ankle seems to be so tight. It seems life continues trying to pry this moss covered shell off my back.
perhaps, now, the hermit is not my style
and, perhaps
I've learned enough
to shed this chapter
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