As
I watched
In eternity
will I find you,
Wrapped in yellowed lace of old?
Has time looked kindly down upon you,
Though fate has scarred my very soul?
As a naked
child, you danced and played,
Tripped through fountains, swam the streams,
Where your mother did the same,
And always would you look to me.
I watched
and counseled, each, every year,
You knew and loved, did plait your hair,
Children born that grew the same,
Still you whispered out my name.
Now the
stone that bears those words,
That mark the swift and passing life,
Does crumble, break beneath the strain,
Of eons: where I search in pain.
To find
you laughing, young again,
The joys that passed, I must contend,
Sit as always, smile down,
Upon the flowers, which like a crown,
Do grace, and praise your memory.
Gifts
of Fate
Give me
wings so I may fly,
Away from burdened earth and sea.
Give me tears so I may cry,
For all the hurt I bring to thee.
Give me faith that I might try,
To do some good amidst the wrong.
Give me peace that I might die,
And find the light I've sought so long.
Parity
The cross
is not my merchant foe,
Nor the crescent moon a world entire,
Neither is this six point star,
A tool of first redemption.
Rather,
these symbols of belief,
Stand and grieve through histories,
Where always and ever,
Founding principles lie forgotten.
Still,
should we sift antiquity,
Regardless of our sieve's fine make,
Some wisdom might elude us,
Folly grow and bloom so bright.
Then in
our eyes, this tragedy,
Is equal in all make and meld,
Hearts chained many leagues apart;
By any means, are bound the same.
