Hello my friend how have you been
I've been wondering when i shall see you again
Its been quite a while since last we laughed
I've forgotten How many months have passed
Hopefully soon we will again meet
Standing face to face on our own two feet
Instead of just over a call or a letter
Making it difficult to ask what's the matter
I hope your doing well since last we talked
On that cool night which we walked
Where we both left time to the wind
Until we walked separately on that last bend
Im signing off now i am through
And now my dear friend i bid you adieu
Ah ! Distance became an illusion when your
Light called me Home — brandishing dubious screens
furnaces of fiery fingers fathomed my
fidgeting spirit …
Mesmerising muses you opened my eyes
Sun of Love ! — I could not move itching soles
transfixed you Heart never to falter again …
radial pristine
I surrendered dreams as your veils tore my own
carefully sown to wrap disputable masks
how was I to know, unaware you will call
light years awakened —
Most Galactic Sun ! I stood like a congealed
clot of blood as dust mites sparkled luminous
within rays implacable — I bowed my head
heeding blazing flame
Humbled before flickering fractal within
initiated then attuned — cells aligned
confined were its braces, muted its voices
your truth cutting Core
Cry I no longer, Beloved sings cradled
contained every morn I seek your heartfelt touch
distance vanishes when Sun's palms open ruth
bronze chest, orbit nests —
In dreams I wander worlds unknown,
In life somehow, feel more alone.
Shadows dance with leaping flame,
In this land that knows no name.
I come to dance among the stars,
Forgetting sorrow, pain, and wars.
Leave earthly worries far behind,
Enter the realm within the mind.
Here I feel the Spirit moved,
Here my worth need not be proved.
I exist and my soul lives free,
Chains and flesh cannot bind me.
Discarding every insult and shame,
Finding peace in mine own name.
Feet on earth and mind in sky,
They cannot break the truth with lie.
Soaring high and diving deep,
Each moment a treasure that I keep.
Leaves rustle and creatures run,
Wind beneath a most distant sun.
Dad made the low table.
one of the things his hands
have given the house.
Now it holds her photograph,
the small lamp,
and cyclamens lifting
their pink faces
through lace-filtered light.
Each morning, he says Good morning,
then switches on the lamp.
He takes the walker
into the garden each day,
selecting what is flowering
among her favourites
and brings them back
in his careful hands
to place beside her frame.
The curtains soften
the afternoon to green.
On the table he made,
fresh stems lean close
to her face in the photograph.
At night, he says Goodnight.
He brushes her face
before turning off the lamp.
Beyond the lace,
one late flower
holds its colour
in the fading sun.
Outer space,
there is a place,
so far.
Such a bright star,
a most distant sun.
The big one.
Wildfire,
heart's desire.
Star's spree,
spinning free.
Axis spun,
a most distant sun.
Days in the sun, such fun.
Sun.
This Yalto is done.
Distance
The illusion of change
Warmth willingly withheld
Prayers echoing
In a frozen valley
Blown awry
By vagrant winds
The silent serenade
Of unheard snowflakes
A bedeviled sun
Haunts the hoary horizon
As shivering shadows
Dance hazily
In the illusion
Of distance
Knowing our Sun was once a star
permits my thoughts to wander far.
Raising my eyes at night to see
the twinkling stars look back at me.
The closest ones fill out my view,
and far beyond Earth's avenue,
deep endless space holds many more
beyond which we cannot explore
Are we alone- most want to know!
Probability assumes no!
A star can turn into a Sun-
attracting planets to be spun.
A distant Sun could be like ours
progressing from the realm of stars,
develop its own atmosphere;
that part for life becomes so clear.
Providing all the minerals
and moisture in the air that spills
in making clouds that form the rain
which living things must have, retain.
The law of probability
says yes! Impossibility -
Earth can not be the only one!
Surely, there is a distant Sun.
Neon and noise.
Night-world horrors.
Whose reflections, whose echoes
Showed not, nor shook
Its panes and doors.
Conscience-singeing.
Waywardly flapped.
Strange appeal! Once sought but through
A moonlight kiss.
A round dance. Clapped.
A most distant sun
Blesses light on our union
As we feint through life.
I can lean against a wall
with a cold drink in hand
or a joint between my lips
and stare off into space
with a warm smile on my face
while I think and dream
of other lands far beyond
the urban place I call home.
This poem will only make sense to you if you've played any video games that have a futuristic, cyberpunk sort of vibe. In this poem, you are not really you. You're playing as someone else.
Life slips away.
I slip away, too.
I draw a dark curtain,
For my daughter and my son.
I make my final confession:
"I am sorry."
"Eat this roasted meat!"
"Hurry."
"Dad," "I love you."
In the fleeting taste of heaven found in prayer,
A war unknown to us
Turned us into final ashes.
My daughter,
My homeland,
And I—
"You no longer survive on this Earth.
Where are you, you ask?
Open your eyes, and you see;
Close your eyes, and you see nothing more.
You can be neither zero nor one."
"You are a wanderer, drifting through the distant cosmos!"
DISTANT CANDLES *
We are all distant candles-not necessarily by choice
And not necessarily involuntarily- it varies from person
And usually by circumstances although some circumstances
Are of our own making and shaking depending on reason which
Isn’t often treason
We and our life mates are distant candles not knowing
Where our mates are mates are until we find them or
The find us- the answers are out there and perhaps unheeded
Undiscovered and unrealized but we need to do more than reach
Out for who we know not
We distant candles continue to keep our flames going for how long
We know not but some feel as if they should extinguish theirs right away
and don’t want to be swayed- no matter what our views and open thoughts may be
We are distant candles until find the candles for which we long to find- we are distant
Candles until we link
* The Title poem.
A lone tree on top of the hill,
I wondered how it stood so still,
wind and rain, and through winter chill,
stood all seasons with a strong will.
my time went by from youth to age,
events moved on in life’s each page,
fear, doubt, insecurity, rage,
calm restored when wisdom brought sage.
the northern star would shine and fade,
in Sunset, Sunrise day would trade,
in a world that values gold and jade,
tree stood still with eternal shade.
In fates currents of ease and pain,
when alone in emotive strain,
I would look past my long dark lane,
from a far tree much wisdom gain.
For some reason, the distant scenes have drawn nearer,
whilst the foreground has begun to drift into view in fragments
of even larger images
Appearing and disappearing
Perspectives rush past
At arm’s length
I cross horizons like a zebra crossing
On the streets I see my reflection
In the windows of houses that stand
Three thousand miles from where I am
I can hear Bartók’s First Violin Concerto
Which the last time I listened last summer
I’ve no explanations of what’s happening
A vast world
Is showering me with a flood of unanswered requests
I stand beneath an invisible avalanche
Requests, requests, requests, and each one
Has a ‘return to sender’ stamp
My sense of perspective is gradually returning
I see a row of houses, somehow familiar to me
Rows of green recycling bins
Standing in the bright sunshine, on that street
Where I never quite managed to take a walk.
My dear old friends, you’ve gone away
Looks like if some of you had not
Much time to spare, but that’s okay
I’m off as well from your kind spot
We met through game of circumstances
Of place, time, age and interests
Coincidently given chances
To be each other’s welcomed guests
Were taken instantly as if
Towards forever, but not quite
We shared our joys and firm belief
To find a home, and you did right
Now you are distant through and through
We’ve changed a bit, as it was meant
I might be not the one you knew
Same goes to you, to some extent.
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