Lost in a whirlpool am I, Sometimes I surface, As the white foam, Substanceless, faceless In the sunshine, I dry away. Rest I rest at the bottom, In form of the vortex, That lies underneath, Belying the truth, Trapping the unwary. Beware beware, Always everywhere, All that glitters is not gold, Calm on the surface, Hidden currents beneath. Once you are caught, Only death is your escape, While alive it is a herculean task. So what is it you are – A carcass of blood and bones Or a mighty warrior of past?
Sorry! Such an easy word. Then why can’t I say it to myself? Why can’t I forgive? All the misdeeds of years bygone; Come crowding in my mind. I flounder betimes; drown betimes; In the flotsam and jetsam of the time. I choose the logical way, None of the emotional crap for me. And still I can’t see no escape Or the smallest hole to creep. Sleep, sleep little bird, Tarry a bit by my bedside. You’ll find new vistas in your dreams, Happiness to come, stories to weave, Hurry, hurry little bird, So much left to do by night time. In the darkest of the hours, Slumber sweetly in my arms No shadow shall befall you. No troubled heart, just ease at last. Green and light and sweet countryside To touch your dreams and ease your soul.
So many tears, Still inside me Come out, come out, Don’t play hide and seek. Beneficial to none You or me. Come down as if, Torrents of rain. Or the colourful condensations On my windowpane. Come down as the gushing spring, Running against the passage of time. Beautiful teardrops of glass or diamonds, In my eyes – sparkle and chime. Gather against the little eyefolds, Overwhelm them with sheer magnitude. Then roll down peacefully down the cheeks, On my breast they stumble and sleep.