In wait

See it walking through the fairs
Where the angels sing their prayers
No black shades of darkness it bares
Just passes by in the breeze it shares
Touching every soul that breathes
In an instant it floats by and by
Collecting pennies in stories of daily ware
To weigh them in its care

I can hear the echo of the clang
As it drops pennies after pennies in its wake
Counting and weighing my tears and theirs
Which will be heavier, dream I dare?
Its’ cold I feel, I do not fear
A cold I’ve known that crawls up ye spine
And in its wait I play the life I live
For karma to take me into its lair

When it comes, silence will begin
The echo of the clang I’ll no longer hear
Peace forever in every ounce of my being
And laughter, no tears I shall shed
But the road to salvation in its arms
Is borne with thorns and mundane psalms
That fills the empty with hope and desire
Fearing karma to strike on them in its ire

Its’ just a cycle
That must come to an end
Sooner or later
The journey that began
And so karma searches in the wind
Blowing by silently collecting pennies
Justly, weighing them in
For every soul in wait that must answer its ring

Hidden in time…

Picture Courtesy Reuters & Yahoo News | 2000 year old Hellenistic Wall Paintings discovered in the ancient city of Petra, Jordan

Patiently in wait
She sits
With a gentle caress
Of the flute she bears

A soft breathe
She sighs and breathes
Silently playing
With no one to hear

The lines now faded
Colour but broken
Yet she plays on, a calling
In hope to be heard