The road was long
The journey into the night tough
So many we have lost along the way
Yet so many we have in turn gained
Though we split at the last junction behind
You got taken away when I needed you so bad
You were my standing shoulder
A rock I could rest upon
A water I drank
But like the god who flew too close to the sun
You left – gone too soon, so sudden
You will be missed
I will carry on still
With your grace, your love
Someday we will meet again
In time I will let go of this pain
Ever to walk tall in your shade
Until then, rest father. Rest.
All land ends at the sea:
All matter, including non-living
The sea was our birth
In death, after all joy, sorrow and pain is spent
The sea then beckons us to return
Recycled like a hurricane’s eye
Who knows what next we will become
Would we even care at all?
One day, and it is coming,
Just like the northern strong winds
I will become old and grey
Skin shrivelled and brain senile
Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand
And reminisce more about the past:
Did I love you enough?
Did I play with the kids often?
Did we smile and laugh a lot?
Just as we were there to bury our Dead
When we too become dead
Who will pick up the burden to bear?
So many questions
My mind grows weary with fear
This cup of tea is getting warm
Like me seated here by the fireplace alone
While outside it has started to snow.
Today I wrote a song to myself
Nobody else was invited
These walls shield my music
These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .
Today I did away with you from my mind
I can only drink your wine too much
Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings
Become revelers at my wake . . .
Today the sun did not come out to play
It was the first day all over again
I walk the wilderness alone
All I have for company is my shadow . . .
This is a song to myself
Dark and bleak, so it seems
I hear Rama crying for her lost son
How was it to know it was me all along.
I woke up and it was Monday
Another week gone, another getting started
Your side of the bed remains empty
It wasn’t long since you packed up and left, but I no longer count the days anymore.
It could be a year for all I care
Rainfall and sunshine
Moonlight and starry nights
I couldn’t say what would make you stay:
I miss you and I wish it wasn’t Monday.
I was never meant to have you
I didn’t know then, but I’m older now
Or should I say wiser?
The stars never aligned right
The fortune cookie lied;
I’ll leave these tears behind
Hopefully they will come of some use to water a plant?
Different faces in a mirror
Telling me how to feel, to say, to kiss
To live, to simply be . . .
Yet neither one is really me.