They rose from amongst the yellowing leaves
And the fallen twigs of yesterday’s showers
They fed on despoiled flower petals
That lay weeping on the muddied ground.
They borrowed the gold from the specks of dust
That float about in the evening sun rays
Lightning gave them life and wind
Gave them flight to set sail
On their fragile, transparent wings
The butterflies of yesterday floated gay
Silently rambunctious, quietly wild
Their wings flared up woodfire stoves
And the vibrant turmeric of the kitchen jars
They neither spoke nor had a voice
Only the flutter of their wings and the soft thump of their tiny little feet
On the beaming crown of an expectant flower
Performed their chores dutifully.
All in a day’s work for them
And they quietly fade away in some dull, dark corner of the earth
Lie glistening,glittering jewels on the sand
These tears do count,yet these maids of the sea
Have stone cold hearts,they could not feel.
What happens to the tears we cry?
The we who feel,the we who hurt
Do they gleam? Do they glisten in the sun?
Does anyone see? Do they even count?
The countless,numberless tears of the heart?
To become a mermaid! How wonderful a thing!
To drown at sea,grow cold at heart,
Feel no pain,yet cry tears that glisten like stars
Brave the seven seas,comb one’s hair
Sing serenades to passers by.
Become a mermaid! What a glorious a thing!
To make one’s tears worth is definitely something.
The world sleeps
Groans and rolls over,stretches it self in to the night
Curls up and sighs peaceful sighs,delves under
The blanket of blinking stars minus
A waning moon.
The pregnant night rolls on,imps dance
Under blossoming mushrooms
Restless crickets sing
Toads croak complaints
In muddy swamps,speak up
For all restless souls tonight,the sleep deprived
who toss and turn in beds,ponder
Woeful sighs as the world sleeps oblivious
To malady and distress,smiling
With angels in its sleep.The night rolls on
Not peaceful as everybody assumes it to be
Restless,it sighs,it moans from time to time
It weeps too,silent rains drizzle
And moistens the world’s earthen cheeks
As it dreams blissful dreams
Of fresh-winged butterflies
And rosy dew-kissed dawns.