28: Gentle Stars

Gentle lapping of waves against stone,
Steadily, unhurried, unnoticed.
The rush of vehicles on the road,
Washing every other waves to oblivion.

Darkness of sky, speckled diamonds,
Withholding stories from the dawn of time.
Blotted out by city glows,
Screened by our dominion over life.

The fantasies, the worries, the speculations, the troubles.
All that we have known and respected,
All that has ever was and is.

Every thing that ever mattered,
Doesn't matter to the soft pounding of waves.
The hard crashing of helplessness,
Soothed by timeless nature of eternity.

In the presence of time itself,
Uncertainties and doubts surface clear.
Yearning for an answer and a revelation,
Questions that doesn't have a resolution.

Questions that may never be answered,
For the universe is so much more.

27: Spectator

A half dozen strange faces,
Looking away into nothingness,
Avoiding one another,
Held in a communal silence.

Who are you, dressed in pink,
On the way to school I presume.
With a backpack upon your shoulders,
What might you be studying?

Behind the face of twenty,
How many years have you known?
How many tempers thrown,
How many hearts broken?

In all fairness, you might be thinking that of me.
A man of twenties, people watching.
What is he writing, scribbling on a notebook?
What plays within that headphones that nests against his ears?

Who are you looking at?
Who am I pondering about?
A chance meeting in a strange place,
Strangers still we will leave.

26: Rain in the Present

The heavens cry, dousing tears upon baked earth.
The rhythmic wash upon the ground, relentless.
Whispers yet formed, uttered wordless by heaven's breath.
Washing away our sins and merits.

Whence light forms, the lightning clash.
Dancing spectres through the inky skies.
A fleeting moment of existence, and an eternity of naught.
Spectacles to be seen only once and never to return.

A symphony of light and darkness,
A tussle between heaven and earth.
I am satiated to remain merely,
A witness of the present.