Fall

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FALL


Earthen fingers brush fallen memories
Bronzed with age that never dies and retreats
Soft crippled land now weeps to the forgotten lost
A heap of dreams, now left like waning ghosts.


Eternal fortress of strength now wither amidst the gloomy skies
Once source of fortitude, saying its untimely goodbyes
Silence of unrest sweeps misty rivers back and forth,
Wanting to be set free, yet still waiting for their accord.


Time sets distance apart now unreachable treasures 
Burned ashes of regret, hued with a solemnity so treacherous
Voices of the unheard now shouts to the endless doors
Sleeping amidst the depths of its passionate dear course.


Life is not an epitome of beauty
When you look at it only with the vitalities
Washes of fury and insensitivity will soon find their path
Toward that sleeping fortress, that would not give even merely a chant.


And so they slept, these dear children of tire and cold,
Yearning until forever takes time to hear their ode,
One morning, one night, eternity will surely end,
Where these fallen memories will finally find their soothing bed.




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Summer

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SUMMER


Fires ablaze thus scorched eyes
These clenched fists-
Unchained by man.


Abysmal depths of blue surround
Untold truths- 
Uncovered by man.


Filament of gold doomed night’s hiss
Unquenched thirst-
Unraveled by man.


Drunken shades sweep hollow’s vein
The roots’ eve- 
Bestowed by man.


Red-flagged Fates abandon passions
Kiss of snares-
Refused by man.


Frantic souls embark on shadows
Hidden ires-
For we are men. 




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Spring

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SPRING


I walk along the path
Of flowers blooming with wrath
Wrath baring the marvelous beauty
That only an uncovering of a petal could give.


The breeze danced along my palm
Savoring my ode’s restless calm
Dancing leaves showered with dewdrops
Now blessed nature’s dear treetops.


Green grass soothe my aching feet 
No tears of joy would make it bleed
Sharp yet soft and smooth-it is their innate wit
Lucky am I to have carried their seed.


I am masked vulnerability with thine touch
The sounds of birds, the bamboo’s swishy hush
Only enkindled in me more and more
A kind of yearning hunger I cannot endure.


So that I gave, and run I dared,
Flying with the birds, floating with clouds’ fair
The horses ran after me, winds merely kissed me,
My soul will not be dared- no fear will I ever heed.




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Winter

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WINTER


Winter has come, my dear
 A time when promises soon will drive us to tears
The silence clings to the trees
Healing us of our ancient fears
Fears as boundless as the light on the stars
Stars that seem so outlying to human touch
Except the star-shaped immaculate whiteness called snow
Perching on my weak and dying palm.


And when the palm soon with abrupt Faith’s help
Gives up to its life that it loved more than the beyond
Fingers grasping for sweet misty air yet to no avail
Unveil the dark scheming secrets of the chilly winter
That it really is not as unblemished as it appears
For clearly, the star-shaped immaculate beauty
Tinged with the darkness of black dear Death
Has torn this grieving palm apart.

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