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for many tomorrows

(feeling blank for the past week or so. This poem is for Neyha, always remembered, love always)

Requiem for a Passing

Your words walk from land to land
Stories vibrate among friends who band
Images of lilies born and beautiful being faint
March streams washing pebbles sometimes quaint
Moist eyes leave behind sparks of life undone
Your shadow casts rain and painted sunshine
Ages crawl and disappear across worlds
Desert nomads journey spreading heralds
Lone bagpiper with a song in passing
On mountains shadowy angels amassing
Your touch reminds her of eras in gathering
Drummers with an anthem of pitiless feeling
Memories floats away with an unheard motivation
In majestic ships with sailormen since foundation
Miniature leaves descending from willows decaying
Your name written in destiny gradually parting
A silent mutiny yesterday being legendary
Among women and children building a majestic scenery
Jaded soldiers holding fallen enemies, blinded by human spirit
Tranquil seasons when you are born again in memories.

-gP2005-05/10/05-


[#] wrote this so long ago, unedited.

Comments

NE~ISM said…
Thank You GP!!! It means more and I get more out of it everytime I read it!! Know that you are loved also! and I thank G-d for people like you that is in my life!!!

Thanks for the flowers!!

(((((((((GP)))))))))

Nehya!
Arv said…
Shalom
Cinderella. said…
Bhai,
too high funda for my pint sized brain !!

:(

I hafta read it several more times to grasp it full meaning.

Love you Ne.

hugs
Jeevan said…
This shows how special she was. beautiful, and her memories always remain with you.
d gypsy! said…
its beautiful ghosty...
Ghost Particle said…
[ne] thank you. hope you are all fine. hope the days and months to come will reflect a clearer path. take care girl :) will connect soon.

[arv] shalom brother.

[cindy] nah, just to twisting with abstract visions. take care da.

[jeevan] thanks nanba. she knows it, we are all together for her.

[neha] thank you neha :)

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