I felt like a soldier;
Won some other day in some other place
My house has a rusted tin roof
Where birds sit
Water leaps down in my silent days.
Sleep comes down to seal my tired days
When wind settles after the war.
I search for a missing link
As I watch my strong body usher green prayers
Near a small river in an unknown terrain.
Gurgling whispers fill my soul
Rejuvenate abundantly.
A strange part of me
Counts the passing of each rainy moment
When a half drinks alcohol and runs wild
Veiled and guarded
Silence makes a stiff circle of daily dark of a quiet phase
Where poetry is the window of hope
That takes me beyond
The vile illusion of transience
To the core of my blissful being
Where I pulsate in loving timelessness.
