Broken porcelain, from Life’s bitter shelf,
At moments your shadow crosses the room,
The empty room,
And I mistakenly think, I’ll see you soon.
But nothing happens,
All is the same,
The emptiness of the empty room,
I call your name,
Nothing happens,
Except, each time,
The pain is deeper,
And the tears don’t rhyme.
Who can follow?The immense hollow,Left by the insinuations,Of political mutations,So hard to swallow.
In a Look,So telling, so deep,That it resists and defies,All of Love’s secrets,And about feelings,Talks miles.
Man cannot leave,Well enough alone!One step forward‘A giant step forMankind’And then ten, backwards,Wars, Violence, DestructionAn imaginary ax to grind,And back to the cavesWe go,Are we really Civilized?If you find out,Please let me know.
With no affection,To call my own,An empty log,Flowing down in pain,Down a lonely river,Silently, forgottenIn the frigid rain,The water is shallow,The night without stars,And I keep wondering,Where you are,Alone, I slowly,Close my eyes,Trying in vain,To restrain my cries.
Becoming, total and complete,Spiritual satisfaction.
When in melodious unity,A Poem may be born.
