An Ever Brightening Flame

3/7/07

How difficult to shake from us things past,

Untie the strings of memory that bind

The Self of Light striving to emerge

And leave our treasured memories behind.

So much is left undone, the soul laments

The changeless slow progression of the years

A falling back repeating things thought done

Our griefs recalled, the waterfall of tears

Shed silently as loved ones round us die

And I remain as on a barren isle

To watch the willed destruction of my kind

And witness greed that does all earth defile.

I have returned to sweet familiar lands,

A house of happiness with rooms of pain

Where one beloved fought valiantly and lost,

And beauty that I shall not see again.

She does not come in dream nor in mind's eye

When in these barren nights I speak her name

She hears I know behind this false faade

And dwells in me an ever brightening flame.