Looking at them carefully
Makes me grow sea sick
But I try to calm my soul
and spirit with songs and hymns
Of Love and Freedom gone.
The cold streets of the city
And the arising fears I see
In the faces of my people
Cannot but dispel those of mine.
Where are the sweet tales told
Down to us from father to son ?
Where are the woods gathered
To withstand this cold of weather
To make it depart for warmth and sun ?
I hope this is enough for division
I hope this is enough for admonition
Looking at them looking at me now
Makes me aimlessly wander and smile
What I continue to keep in my heart
They did forget and they only come
and go and wonder none.
*****
Insane
have I become
By wanting them
to become sane.
*****
Suppose,
I should ask,
I am now insane,
How to spring back
those moments of Truth
those moments of Life
without Time?
*****
Those are 'painful moments' (1)
they make me wonder:
Where am I going?
Life is short
Time is passing
Time is a train
It never stops
It only drops
fellows like me
in stations
we neither know
nor stand
*****
I have become insane
not by their wanting of me
to become insane
but by my wanting of them
to become sane
*****
I look up and say
Life must be up
Life must be elsewhere.
(1) Painful Moments of Sanity have been felt and thought about by American poet ? Edgar Allan Poe.