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Grief Mala (Poem)
I thread my griefs like beads,
Stringing them as a mala
Of impermanence, for remembrance.
Loved ones, teachers, fictional characters.
Letters etched around each one,
According to their native language.
Kind words. Harsh words. All the same.
Each lacquered by tears to seal them.
I run these through my fingers now,
As I add my breath to yours.
How long? Only this.
No beginning. No end.
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Winter’s Land (Poem)
Cold is the country where I grieve,
Standing there to watch my only one fade,
Sending them all the love we’ve shared
In vain hope it will ease her way.
My eyes glitter with glazen freeze;
My heart fragments from forced overfill.
But always would I choose this,
Small pittance for immeasurable joy,
Her worth beyond that of rubies.
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The Night And You (Poem)
What can I find in the night,
When it holds darkness soft like your velvet skin,
Stars that shine like your laughing eyes,
And rain that falls like your sorrowful tears?
But when I look to the moon, I cannot find love,
I cannot find it there, nor anywhere I seek.
So I must return to you, beloved, to look to your heart.
Only when I am there beside you
Do I find love; do I find happiness; do I find peace.
Even in the night.
