love and mystery
are silent questions
like children ask
with curious eyes
then someone says
I know what it means
no one is deceived
that’s not it at all
stars play in darkness
mute and distant
and lovers pretend
moments are answers
children shrug and say
that’s not it at all
love and mystery
are like a restless sea
far beyond the horizon
the wind speaks
The wind speaks to you again, but this time it's far beyond the horizon. Contemplating the meaning of death while we're alive is a conundrum for me. Before my brother died, he wanted me to explain to him how typical ideas about life, death, and religion make sense... I felt and still feel bad that I could not provide this comfort to him.
Here the wind represents the answers and they are beyond the horizon. I would not be able to explain what lies there because I honestly don't know. It is very hard to comfort someone who is dying. In my case I have lots of support but in truth it helps but a tiny bit. Yet - I'm OK, got a few years left I think.
Lazarus and that's not it at all are referencing The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock where Lazarus returns from the dead to explain what it's all about and gets the reply that's not it at all. My poem says that even though some pretend to know, even a child's wisdom knows they don't.
Enjoyed the poem, but I must have missed something. I read it twice and couldn't see what it had to do with Lazarus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful! Love it!
Thank you. Glad you like it.