Presence of the Present

1.

The sound of the waves crashing into the sea

Brings me stillness in mind as the breeze

Shakes and breaks in the sunshine;

A new day promised, a new beginning

Stretches out to the horizon of tomorrow

Yearning in its laughter for yesterday

2.

The tiger prowls through the jungle glade;

Squeezing scrutiny passes as autumn auroras

 a bloodletting of flowers bloom in the gore;

The fleas feast frenziedly on today’s carcass

3.

The stars cup the heaven as if the beloved’s flower

Dazed daintily in the hand of his lover, yearning

Like pebbles posturing on the shore of his heart,

Hands gently grasping, bridge between two halves

4.

A candle flickers with a silent breath,

In a cacophony of cadence its dance;

 As in a sailor lost in the mist and vapour

And the turmoil of the waves,

spots in gentle glide, on mast or sail,

the little emigrant from heaven

The harbinger of life within death

Its gentle song a whisper to eternity

Is as loud as the horn of Judgement day

5.

The dawn song from beneath my window,

What loveless joy do you praise  –

Is not another day for me a tomorrow;

Another twilight and another way?

What lovely hope do you aspire,

that makes the chestnut dream of oak?

Can you console the malady of winter,

With a happy melody of Spring

To accept the suffering of a thankless heart

The hunger pangs and the visible rib -

Trace your hand over thankful art

To reconcile and love every thing?