'Til The Sky Meets The Earth, Again...

Floundering, alone for come what may, it's all in the yearning for a better tomorrow

Faltering, for alone may it come, to the one who talks about one's world, one's love, one's life

Or maybe this is the end of another unending? Forever it seems I've asked that question

As I see myself like a mountain reborn from the flames it rises, then falls like time in jest

So what is it that makes one so passionate about infinity then? If only they've been to all that I've been

Fearing the ending that may or may not come on the day of the morrow, thrice that if there is no end

Do what the upside for the smiles aplenty, then droop once again to see your loved one dies

Oh I have been through all, and then some for last, but nevertheless its a-loneliness my minstrel still

And following through tall tales of the old, I once did a poet, a shaman, a warrior, a creep, a statesman

But never too long I'd linger in my sweet home, for when the time comes I'd disappear like midday fogs

To rescind back into the shadows til they forgot who I am, or who I was, oh treacherous paths of dimness

While waiting for a time to come back again, afresh anew, a whole made-up life for another sigh in the sun

Maybe for me there will be a never goodbye, though great offspring I'd leave past and consorts so greying

Or maybe they'd know me for leaving but faked tombstone, with none underneath for the umpteenth time?

Til nothing there be known, of this one person such gaiety but left it all in such a mystery, yes, again and like

For within I did know, that I'd stay right here till the One-Eyed One he comes, for the mastery of the world at large!

So maybe you did see me before as a kind old man keeping to himself, or a beautiful boy tending to his own

Or maybe just a whisper, from the tales might told in campfires for fun, for here be phantom called such-and such

That walks in the night or stealing poor souls, or even a relic of long old past, of spirits and deities bereft of all acolytes?

For neither I am there but neither I am not, for I may know why the mountains so high such a hill in my time, or plains so green that before be they deep!

But for all my intent and all forgotten purpose, here I am now for here I will stay, in darkness and light, a proof of His Greatness

While the world it now spins to the end of one year, to replace it be soon with another good year, or another bad one

Know not this of me for my secret is too distant, a forever living, immortal long soul, this wise one still, or a child of each new dawning

But in in the end its just me, so sighing in the cold, bereft of good company but still he'd be walking, for here and for there 'till the sky meets the earth, again...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2012

Like A Statue In Dawning

So sweet for me this reddened October, the slush and flush of a foreign sky

'Tis me for this much I would avail no remorse, for without or much width I'd travel again

To the vile dust from whence it sprang this mortal uncoiling, this busted adamant or latent humanity

And far within did I once row for the shores of the morrow they called for me in swathes of much chagrin!

For yes, I have seen the golden signs of mired conspired forgoing notwithstanding on tales of much barging

But still new I did see the sighs of the old on the myriad aplenty these vast unknown symmetry

For without but an inkling did I feel humanity it lingers on me, on grounds of not hoping but much distressing

In too deep was I deemed you once said to me? But not much I did care for that mazed disenchantment!

Alas, let it be known that I may never want to set foot on that abomination of doldrums again, forsooth!

For none they did know I'd suffered in business or dissidence for an enemy much fooled, oh poor twisted me!

And so yet again I did see in my sleep like before those buffoons they'd call forth for all heavens to break not for me still!

But this time it is them who are lost and keep on losing, thus goodbyes and good riddance are very much in order at present, and then some!

And thus the everlasting friendship based on indignity for grace it did follow me still to this hill of no eyes

Far within all my troubles they did but so brew for one last time for a fragrance unmatched, a-billowing so tall or so to speak

But for what this purpose might it be I did say no more egos for once I split three, to one in despair, another in disdain, and one more in denial, but neither in destruction; God thankfully so!

For this is the end for all my ungodliness to withstand the end for another dark autumn, at last I am free to now touch the sky for all of my worthiness, so still and so poised like a statue in dawning!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012