O Child, why like a spear the air cleaving
To lands unknown beyond our beloved shore
Behind your mother and home why leaving
Leaving the spear of distance in our core.
Come back, come back to us, our darling dear
Your daughter and sisters always weeping
Weeping the travel wings of doubt and fear
A timeless vigil in sleep kept keeping.
Our home but a memory of the past
And the past but a shadow of you here
Pacing the hall to and fro, slow and fast,
And we call him by name but he doesn’t hear.
O child! O heart! beyond our will offshore
The skirt of hope we wear but we can’t touch
Take out the spear of distance from our core
For we love you child much more than too much.
A Shadow of Light
Awake, and how I look fronting me, beams
A shadow of light every which way seems
The Lord walking the seventh floor of sky,
Frowning He looked at the world and passed-by.
Near behind was trailing a storm with rage
And a knight-errant gloom aging to cage
The land and no gay stars to lead my way;
By ballot in mind I resolved to stay.
Meanwhile, thunder struck storm echoed a sound;
I stood self-possessed like a pyramid bound,
Listening well and a voice in the sound said:
“But why should they kill and torture the dead?
“I gave them power to reason and love
The word made FLESH and heavens above;
Why reject the divine message and hence
Wreck and ruin the world by violence?”
Still awake and how I look away beams
A Shadow of light every which way seems
The Lord walking the seventh floor of sky
Frowning He looked at me and said, goodbye!
A Dream of Youth
With the errant breeze
Odiferous was her breath
Across a ridge of flowers
Looking at her possessed
She gave the glad eye
I dialed a wish
She willed with a strong desire
And we crossed the frontiers
‘Twas hot
Mid-summer
At half past the hour
We met
My hand around her waist,
Her finger tapping below my ear
On tip toe she stood
A heart melting model we made
What a cast of souls we did feel
Lip to lip, heart to heart beating
O! What passion what a fair deal
Of happiness without cheating
Having staged our affaire de coeur
We left hold of our pyramid and moved on
Passersby whistled and cried
Gossip filled the town
And a rush of people hurried out
To see what was strange
We came with them to the spot