Magic

WARM BOWER COLD

WARM BOWER COLD

To try find it at night is futile,
The sun that then had but drowned,
Into the darkness unseen within an ocean's womb
Only to be born again on a new day with a birth new?
Anew, anew, anew?

In garden of glories that gloriously awaited
The daisies danced on songs of faith
By a little pond, pondering it's return
A broken henge lets daisies dance
Awaiting the sun so it's shadow be cast
Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting.

A heart of butter turned into stone
Stone henge stayed, stood petrified
Sombre, sullen, saddened at loss
At loss to comprehend, stood alone
as people admired the bower of roses
Stood alone, stood alone, stood alone.

Warm bower of misery cold
Chilled the heart but henge has none no more!
Demonized in its intransigence, stays to chill
As callous winds blow so cold
And rest in "peace" in warm bower cold
So cold, so cold, so cold.
-Mx

Miracles and magic!

SHEPHERD

Kill me but death could be a respite
Let me live, if you wish, for your delight
but when you look, look at me, not through
For people look upto things but I look upto you
I may have erred but I am a child, old
I may seem evil but my heart is gold
And if I loose my dreams, I will find one new,
It captures the sun, I will capture the dew.
But when the flame that melts a candle is gone
The candle is lost in a night with no dawn.
Like an orphan with no fingers to hold on to
I'd know no peace, no joy without you.
I tremble at the very thought of being so lonely.
Punish me but don't leave me with my puzzles only.
If only you'd mark the path I should choose,
my spirit shall remain free and I wouldn't loose
my righteousness, my truth, my soul,
I'd know the reason, I'd know my role.

In a cacophony if they hear a rhyme,
A child's cry, fills the heart with love each time.
And in this hustle when your sound is heard
To guide so, takes an excellent shepherd
A silly lamb, me! I see not far
without you, my shepherd, my guiding star

-Mx