Each Drop (Part Two)

I have lived, years without you now;
Water and wind, move fast, move past;
Everything is mutable here,
Abstract or concrete, nothing lasts.

The monsoon winds are strong
And I remember you wet in rain.
You left – them, long ago;
But here they are wetting everything again.

I’m lying in bed,
Thousands of minutes away,
And remaining here,
Think of the gods who cast me away.

I heard a song, that reminded me
Of the way you turned to look at me,
And I cried a bit – maybe more –
Remembering all we used to be.

Now, my darling, I’m not afraid.
There is no fear of living or dying;
Because it’s just a road, taking me
To the place, where you’ll be lying

In wait, with all the rest who went before
To become the value of this life –
Who will profess how well I lived
And vouch for each drop of love and strife.

That’s what it all comes down to:
This journey traversing me and you:
A meeting, a distance and a gate
And all that’s eventually true.

If not, I have, yet, nothing to fear:
There won’t be a calling back…
I’ll give voice to wind and heart to water,
And fade upon the stars dressed in black.


The iridescent blue
Called to me once
The sky so far, the sea so strange,
Their turmoils, their dance.

The heat of Lanka
Baking the core of earth
And from its bloodied loins
Gave a Saturn birth

He was imprisoned
Under a throne
And I wonder
If I hear him moan

Riddled and lost
I write to make sense
The price rises high
When matter is less dense

But why blame matter
Gods there be, or you
The sea holds no promises
She can never be true

The sky makes the sun
Moon, and stars debate
Even feathers fall
Even air has weight

Put your hands in mud
Does it lie?
Is green better than blue,
Does it not die?

I seek forever
In an insignificant life
Look at humanity becoming
All of earth’s strife

But I look to me
And despite vanity
I become these colours
I am this reality

She In Norilsk

I cringe,
I recoil,
I weep;
But I am a human being:
I eat,
I drink,
I sleep.

The ice melts
To supply our need.
The world turns,
Upon our unending greed.

Bears drift alone,
On broken ice.
Lions are hunted,
In reserves.
All of life
Seems to pay a price
For the bill
Humanity deserves.

But the day of reckoning
Is not for the world.
The world knows revival.
Look to you, human.
To your children,
And our survival.