Here & Now

Who could condemn the clouds

for its dream and rendition of heaven

in vanilla cotton canopies

like steam trails from wishful

twilight's great sleeping

 

who could refuse the stars

that connects distant years from space

to wonderment's eyes here,

gazing up tonight agape at its mystique

 

when the machine mach march

of industry and city din spinning

in smog loud air - percussions down

to the edge of the shore

 

where silver sheen of onyx

black stillness of the water laps

licking the earth in its soft reality

the moon-glow and darkness

 

with its unseen places keeping slumber

in silent throes or weeping woes

still, I ache to cease the nashing

of teeth - barbary and conquering

 

those who are unseeing in haste

and worried loss of a moment's look

theirs given to everything

outside themselves, revoked

 

not possessing inner sight of

what they sculpted or loved does matter most

what is given to inspire, aspires

a world so neglected and repeats its rote

 

so beautiful, so distilled

which - by her children - selfishly

slowly choked

the gem of galaxies given

 

maybe by mistake

to hedonistic blind hopes

humanity's fatalistic tendency

at a cruel, divine joke...

 

Who blames heaven, not knowing how

we lead a song yet never loving its vow

looking for more of an offering

upon us bestowed

yet not even aware of how blessed we are

here and now...?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. You are very talented...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Butch Decatoria]

You are welcome, thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

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