The Traveller
Voyaged to the rim of the
universe
Ripped the guile sails of all
expectations
Broke the unbreakable mast of
destiny
Where there was time but no
passage
Where loss billows upon the
shores of love:
I missed the dawn of Your
lustrous Face
From the east of benevolence
I missed the setting of Your
paramount Face
Into the sea of denial
Sprawled upon the
forgotten sands of memories
Melancholic dusty shores arid
forsaken thirst
I let the love and loss to
wave and foam upon my Self
My flickering eyes behold the
green petrels
Each carrying in the heart a
prophet
Foraging back to Your hearth
To rest in lanterns dangling
from the Throne.
I am just an eye midst the
infinity
An eye to witness the voyage
The journey where I braved
The shore-less ocean of tears
Compass of my heart broken
Sobbing monsoons my loyal
guide:
Measuring the longitude
of
Your loss
With melancholic precision
Measuring the latitude of Your
love
With fatalistic volition
Background: Haitian boat people
©
2004-2002,
Dara Shayda