A sparkling city – a trembling horizon
Is held in sight,
The sun, swallowed.
You stand, your eyes gazing at
Infinite highways of dreams
Running in tangent to
The diffraction of light
Pink, saffron and blue
And thus where is your ode? Begin!
I recognize a voice,
A voice grown fragile
Mouth stitched shut and frail.
Do not fret,
I promise!
There is a future, for the two of us
There is a dawn, in waiting.
But isn't it wasted effort?
To express, to convey
To shout?
That there stands no grandeur
To be in attendance of
Projectiles of fire
Wounding our sky
and the world beneath - a mere target.
And between us?
What of our quiet victory?
What of the days spent in waiting?
A quiet recognition will suffice
Conventional social announcements are futile
The ones who deserve to know, do know
And these words, are enough.
I recognize what pains
That we never once said goodbye
No words of parting,
Or promises of reunions.
Gone —
Too timid
To once turn around
To once, look back.
And yet, do not fret!
For I am here
And you shall return
Between us – there is meaning.
Perhaps this is, our temporary closure.
This ode is yours,
My hand reaching out to yours
Hear my voice closely
And hence listen and remember
Between us – there is meaning
And no meaning, is ever lost.
So Long!
