THE SUNLIT PAST
All seasons are deathless on your face
You perch in my nest in spurious ways,
Wakes up me to hold the flowing time
Each day is a spring though I grow old.
You had hidden some gold as reward
Slavish as a pauper toiling for little love,
Consumed in the cruelties of weary tasks
You are a moon gleaming in the dark.
You are the strains of solitude in lyre
Waves of rhythm beating in my heart,
A star in empty sky in the eve of life
I am the night you are sweet dreams.
I have travelled in vain to valley of hearts
Softly like the breeze on flowery eyes,
The pasture dried up where I grazed
Thorns bleed my tongue on leafless grass.
I know where you stay is not your home
You soar like tides in your sea of desires,
Torn into pieces in relation in duty of love
If you write a poem I will be your words.
My words disappear like stars from sky
Flowers are without fragrance in garden,
Tears don’t flow like river murmuring you
When I don’t gleam in memory of yours.
Now the mirror laughs at my face
Unnoticed I am like ghost in the street,
Still a pursuit pure rhyming the rain of eyes
Blend a rainbow of you of sunlight past.