In my mind's frivolous entanglements
And the world's forces and tides
My poetry lies scattered
Unworded, lost in silence.
The world has taught me well
To reduce my soul
To what it is not
And what it can be.
Yet, through this blemished lantern glass
Life's lamp shines through.
I had woven my heart's words
Into the wafting fog of a still pond,
Scattered them onto the dew
Settled on the tiny grass
Amongst the sal trees
Behind a friend's home.
My poem's lines spoke
In shallow, forgotten dreams
And yet it misses my way
Like an old friend whose new world
Doesn't hold shared memories anymore.
In this silence - I wait for their return - my poems' and friends'.
A warm yellow light keeps company
Too commonplace, unartisitic
But bathing my mind
In the wood-fired waters
Of all the places I have called home.
In their sweetness, I pray for their prosperity -
All the hearths that have touched my heart with love.
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