16 November 2014

Poems

When sun sets
The yearn of the day
Breathes a sigh of relief
And my heart takes up
The orange-gold-refrain
Of endless dream. 

***

To play the song of peace is a privilege. 

***

If beauty takes you for her lover,
beware,
You may find yourself a slave,
everywhere. 

***

As the ways of
   your goodness
   are beyond count,
So to the means
   of your worship
   are measureless,
And why
   human souls
   are endless. 

***

Waiting for the gentle rain
The gentle rain does not come. 

***

Inside the living reaching green
Of all garden things
I passed an age,
And a moment in reflection. 

***

The night is very dark
All the night long. 
Keep lighting candles 
So the dawn can find its song.

***

I walk into the forest of night
Alone,
Listening for the temple bell. 
Perhaps it will only ring
When it meets my damn thick skull. 

No comments: