Evanescence

A golden drop of dew on a summer morn

Melts as it meets the warm rays of the sun

Light as wintry air, fluffy flakes of snow

Crumble at the touch of a mortal soul

Only until dawn does the night jasmine bloom

With a heady scent, to serenade the silver moon

The innocent joy that twinkles in the eyes of a child

As the bright green of spring, is soon lost to time

And the love that binds two minds in sweet ecstasy

Lasts but for a moment, though boundless as the sea

Why does it so pine, the human heart of glass

Forevermore for fleeting beauty that never lasts?

Do not the Gods themselves say "Nothing Gold Can Stay"?

Does heaven bestow its grace only on things that fade away?

Why do we tie our joy to ephemera that are lost

In the quicksands of time, is it the curse of our lot?

Would we feel the same love for a tender flower 

If it were carved of steel, could live on forever?

Do we cherish the little baubles that will perish one day

Only to rebel against the sureness of death and decay?

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("Nothing Gold Can Stay" is a famous poem by Robert Frost.)

Light

Light is her hand on the reins of life

As she rides to shape her destiny

She never endeavours to bend her fate

Towards paths that aren't meant to be

Light is her foot as she glides through life

In an elegant waltz, soaking in the view

She minds not the roads she does not find

For she is bound to this earth by desires few

Light is her heart, it quivers and sways

When it feels another's pleasure and pain

She cries when the sky is grey with gloom

She dances with joy in the pouring rain

Light is her mind that has shed its past

Of searing scars and sad laments

She floats unmoored on seas of bliss

With nary a weight but the present moment

Light is the laugh on her tender lips

That rest on her calm and placid face

For she knows, no matter what the ills

The world is still a beautiful place

Light is her grief when misery strikes

She falls as a feather, with poise and grace

And wrapped in the warmth of her solitude

She waits for the breeze from a happy place

Light is her soul, it soars as a bird

On wings of reason in boundless skies

No rules nor mores can bind her down

For she heeds no one but her inner voice

The light of the heavens it is, perhaps,

That twinkles in her dark deep eyes

For, a lightness of being has come over me

From the moment she's walked into my life

An October Morning

After a summer when the sun-kissed earth

Sprung to life, looking green and gay

But before she mourns her fallen leaves

Wearing a snowy veil of dowager grey

Comes an October morning...

The soft warm rays of the golden sun

Rise slowly up from over the hills

And bring a drop of joy, a tinge of heat

To gently nip at the morning chill

Pearls of dew shine on pretty blooms

And on luscious fruit that are just ripe

A fawn awakens with the zest of youth

A bird takes off in the clear blue sky

As life glides through the seasons, come

These times of balance and harmony

I sense perfection, unseen moments ago

And that, moments later, may cease to be

Like the fleeting instant of centered peace

As a pendulum sways from side to side

I feel a stillness, a glimpse of eternity

Between the ebbs and tides of flowing time

This October morning...

Questions

Can a tender stalk muster strength

  to stand upright in the rain?

In a just war bravely fought and lost

  is the valor spent in vain?

What salve can soothe the gentle heart's

  deep memories of pain?

Can a broken thread ever feel

  unbroken and whole again?

Who forgives you for falling short

  of the bar that you have set?

Should a rolling stone that crushes ants

  feel a modicum of regret?

A true love that wasn't meant to be

  can you ever forget?

Does nature abhor a peaceful race

  of quiescent minds at rest?

Quiescence

If we know a river must run her course

Along paths she is impelled by gravity

And sprinkle upon them her life force

Before she finds her stillness at sea

If we know a child must go out to play

Run wild in the sun and skin his knees

Before he can lie down at the end of day

On his mother's bosom in a restful sleep

Why then do we think we can still our mind

By holding it back, hushing its inner voice

That speaks of desires held deep inside

Which lead us on paths of pain and joy?

Should we not instead let ourselves go

Floating like a leaf in destiny's breeze?

Rise and fall with the tides of the flow

While trusting the river to find the sea?

Bless me, Mother, with strength and faith

So I may give myself up to the breeze

And leave no urge unmet, no debt unpaid

As I walk on the paths of my destiny

When the time is right, may I land gently

At your feet, a tired yet content child

And rest forever in silent peace

As the calm deep sea on a windless night

Stargazer

 

(The "stargazer" lily is named so because the flowers do not face down like those of other varieties of the lily, but instead, look up to the "stars".)

She bides her time with fortitude

Through the winter months of snow

Come spring and the warm rays of sun

She puts out green shoots to grow

She stands tall on her tender stalk

And even though her feet are tied

She looks up with hope to the stars

With the joy of the heavens in her eyes

Her delicate petals of crimson pink

Embrace the world with such gaiety

That brooks no fear of being hurt

By the sharp edge of nature's cruelty

Her subtle fragrance and heady charm

Linger around, do not waft too far

But those that come sit by her side

Are forever held in her thrall

Someday, she gently quivers and falls

For she knows when her time is spent

And as lightly as she walked in life

So she glides to its peaceful end

As I see this beautiful life

Of silent strength and elegant grace

I cannot believe She that made her

Also sculpted our human race

Vision

To see the order of natural laws

In the apparent chaos of the universe

And dervishes dancing on ellipses

In the wayward paths of the "wanderers"

To see the beauty of restrained passion

When a diffident flower waits for her bee

And in the tango of a couple's daily grind

A tender and touching love story

To see in the ebbs and tides of life

The balance and harmony of nature's flow

And the withered leaves that fall and die 

As one with the green shoots that grow

To see a palace of fulfilled dreams

In the bricks and stones of youthful hope

And a liberated soul in the lost monk

Who wanders, not knowing where he goes

To see a sublime Truth in imperfect words

Of the canon from which the pastor drones

To see thus is to truly see, my friend

The rest is just light on rods and cones