The pulse of the universe is concealed,
like a drop of fresh water inside a sea.
It exists within the breath of living entities,
in the contraction and expansion of a lung
perpetuating that from which life sprung.
Light was first longed for in Stygian darkness,
and, if seeking The Infinite, be guided:
any number can be combined
as many times as it can be divided
and even the finite is undefined.
To ascend, we must first descend:
to feel a presence is to discern its absence.
I held your hand as you died and
felt your soul begin its final glide.
STAY A WHILE
Associates of younger days have
now all met their different ends and
I have only memories for friends;
memories embalmed in stone,
friends who no longer answer their phones.
And over there, in the gathering gloom,
stands a stranger in a cowl,
holding an hourglass and scythe,
regarding me with a scowl,
reminding me, no matter
how long ago it began,
all life has an allotted span.
I am alone and dark descends -
and, although I sit by myself,
your presence brings tranquility.
Reader, stay a while with me...
Your empathy is a companion by
my side, your compassion is my guide.
DEEP ARE THE DUNGEONS
Deep are the dungeons of the dawn
where evil waits and spawns.
High are the heroes of the atmosphere
ballooning there, feigning fear.
Long are the lips of the parasites
lasciviously licking soaring kites.
In between are those seldom seen,
those who could or might have been.