I’ve heard the cries from mountaintops
too many times to chance recall,
but never could I lift these legs
to limp and find the source.

Therefore I list with utmost care
to draw what least I may
from echoing strains that batter me
to learn what they portend.

But thunder and lightning, wind and rain
was all I could discern
and never might I learn the truth
of what the mountain said.

such beauty resounds in the eyes of lovers,
those who know the value of love
time severs,
bones ache,
the forehead frowns permanently
the balding head indicates,
the past dense forest once it did exist,

then when both lovers see
fading lips
twitching eyes
can I see you dear?
my spectacles are broken,
you can’t hear,
but how happy we both are…

Where are you I need to talk?
To walk as I do, with new thoughts
A strange quietness to my ways
Where equals are so different.

Fly high with thoughts anew
Where is it going I ask?
Be gentle with their worlds
We can see many new words

Coldness that freezes Ice
Warmth that would melt rocks
Yet both held at bay.
Touching the mind.

To sing stories of old
Prayers from many tongues
Worlds kissing at a whim,
Then pursuing their own path.

For a long time now
I've been fed
the same menu;
same meal courses
served in the form of reports
about murdered casualties,
innocent hostages,
and camouflaged conferences
to satisfy the killers
and the chairs' owners

then
you get your dessert
elegantly displayed
by our mother nature
as a volcanic eruption,
an earthquake,
or a tsunami

a satisfying meal
always served
stale
there
in the cuisine of time
for you
and me