Category: Written in 2007

For now time has stilled in memory.

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Monsoons cascade over my sweltering skies,
The sun’s glare no longer hurts my eyes,
The koél sings and with it my heart flies;
For now, time has stilled in memory.
The cool wind blows in from clouds wide and grey,
There is slanted light and heat’s kept at bay;
All is fresh: this is how I like my day;
For now time has stilled in memory
I lay my head down and call soft to sleep
And see what dreams I shall get to keep,
Floating along with stars in skies so deep;
For now time has stilled in memory
Through my half-closed eyes, I see the moon,
Peeking through the clouds to hear earth’s tune,
As it welcomes rain as a blesséd boon;
For now, time has stilled in memory.
I hear no sound now, for none are near me,
Some I’ve pushed away, most have set me free,
I’ve no room for pain, it, too, leaves me be;
For now time has stilled in memory
4 July 2007.

To R. P.

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The moon has gone through her phases, so have I,
So has life, so has the World around me;
I’ve watched Friendship flower, wither and die –
First day; now it is Night that surrounds me.
In phases, they came – who chose to be friends;
In phases, they went, are going, shall go;
In short, everything, that matters, ends –
Our link’s, perchance, caught in this undertow…
But our link isn’t strained, let alone ended,
Come, let us make most of this happy night.
In Woe or Fear were you not befriended:
Our flower still blooms, unwary of Blight.
Hope and Love bless the smiles of you and me;
And, perchance, forever shall we happy be.
19 December, 2007.

Tears Unnumbered.

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The forces were ready. War was calling.
The eyes held winter while spring was falling.
The elves shone in their armour, their swords gleamed,
And dwarves marched, along the sun as it beamed.
Edain houses strode in valour and song;
Folk of all free peoples came, brave and strong.

Though some had stayed away, courage raced through
Each heart, set with hope that then seemed so true.
True so, too, fell the Prophecy of Doom,
That most had shunned with the first rising Moon,
Though none now knew who were the numbered dead
They wept unnumbered tears ere they were shed.

4 July 2007
(This was written for an RP that I wanted to join.)