‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
hear, our future’s ear!
of today
a more fertile echo
and this amorous passionate peace renew—
again by your offspring
reecho…
and again…
pray, lovers keep us till tomorrow’s end
relaxing breather
no cares about a spyglass
panning for a mark
how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish
to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth
rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter
to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership
but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—
I’ll keep Today’s harvest
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
comforting our steps
thru many lifetimes
to give birth
to this moment
a happiness beyond belief
but I
have always known
that Angel
to be You
commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release
to better Rebirth
to aspire
drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion
to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence
perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead
destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms
a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters
or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo
while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake
rock together
