Glacier National Park

Photo courtesy of Sambit Palit

Shafts of silver, light an untainted world
Glowing mist surround surreal silhouettes
Palpable reflections on water turquoise
Of mighty mountains and glacial ice.

Earth adorn in shades of evergreen
A gown embroidered with alpine trees
Frills and folds capture colors changing
Every little hue of a crimson painting.

Laughing waters bright and crystalline
Dance by meadows of purple and yellow
As they thaw and merge into lakes placid
Shimmering and sparkling, bright and vivid.

Benevolent wind imbued with tranquility
A deep sense of calm left in its wake
Gentle melodies drift through the skies
Of wayward creatures abound in this paradise.

Black and Gold

Along the wrinkles of books forgotten
Yellowing pages, dusty and old
Flowing words; a river of black and gold
Beginnings and endings untold
Tracing the outline of every little bend
Warm ink painted on pages cold

Slip into stories from times new and old

Of the brave, beautiful and bold

Flying far, unto the imaginations end

To familiar worlds so unknown 

Valleys of flowers and castles of stone

Glow with all the beauty adorn

The place where truth and lies blend

Lies the little story of our own

Imperceptible ties of love that shine

Colours of good times bygone

Vermilion

Blinding lights glow like a horizon singed
All the opulence that gold did bring.
A voiceless symphony flows with the river
The silent whispers drift on forever.

Long grey shadows cast upon the water,
Bend and break with it's laughter.
A thousand hues meld with the azure skies,
As the sun closes its vermilion eyes.

Upon the old bridge standing together,
In the dying light, glowing forever.
Words of love and words of wonder,
That time shall never sunder.

The wind sails to the ends of the world,
Whispering forever, stories untold.
For the final home of a wandering heart lies,
Within those soft vermilion eyes.

Jester and The Wind

Jester:

‘O Wind, ‘tis thee who I whole-heartedly blame!

Thy silly jape has made me look lame.

‘twas in my hour of unbridled urgency,

When I sought a bramble none could see.

Away from the prying eyes of any dusty traveler,

In those safe shadows I’d decided to make water.

But why ‘O Wind, did thou show thy cruelty;

At the very sacrosanct moment of my privacy.

‘twas thy evil breath which across my face beat;

Made me bepiss myself and befoul my feet.

The Wind:

‘O Jester, jest not with thy foolish ignorance.

Test not with thy lack of common sense.

‘twas thy own folly to know not two from three.

Facing windward thou left thy water free.

In whose holy name doth thou question me,

For the shame thyself brought upon thee?

As punishment for thy flurry of uncivil words,

I curse thee to be smote by droppings of birds.

And across all lands shall bards tell the tale,

Of the jester who made water windward in a gale!

The Ballad Of A Lost Soul

I lean against a lonely stone;
Every breath harder than the last.
Clouds of dust dot the sky.
The light of day fading fast.
My body is weak and blistered.
My soul grows cold and numb.
I sit still in a spinning world,
Will it stop if I just lie down?
As my strength ebbs away,
The sound of battle begins to fade.
Will this crimson rivulet in which I lay,
Mark my end; my lonely grave?

For a greater good, for a greater cause
Into war they lead and I followed.
I left my life, I left my love
I promised to hold no sorrow.
But at this dying day's end
My heart is left sad and hollow.
As I have fought for no noble cause
The truth, bitter and shallow.
The greed of a convoluted few,
Drives the gears of war.
Even when blessed with plenty,
There is always room for more.

If we win, will I die a martyr?
If we lose, would I be a villain?
Perhaps hailed as the heroes of war,
Or as soldiers of the fallen.
Etched upon a memorial stone,
Another name amongst a million.
For every name remembered here,
There are many more forgotten.
The blood on my hands,
Testify the deeds I have done.
Maybe as my retribution;
I share my final moments with none.

I close my eyes, tears rolling down.
Where is the love that I fought for?
I think of her, her smiling face.
Would it be selfish to wish for more?
As the world around me grows colder
I search for her, my saving grace.
I wish I could go back home again,
To her soft voice; her warm embrace.
Her love takes my pain away,
A guide to this lost soul of mine.
Through a bright door, she leads the way.
Into her arms, I know I am home again.

My Existence

Is there any reason for the ever changing seasons?

A cycle of life gone by…

Is there any reason or a purpose for existence?

So many have wondered why.

Do you find solace in believing the existence

Of the one whom you call God?

While some proclaim that they have every reason

To believe that man made God!

I have searched all my life to find a purpose;

Something to lend meaning to my actions.

In the end this search seems so pointless

Since every answer ends with a why.

Maybe I am meant to live and die in ignorance;

Should I even wonder why?

Even if your God told you the reason for existence,

How do you know it’s not a lie?

Could there ever be any peace without sadness?

Without pain even pleasure dies.

In this cruel world how could there be a purpose?

Are they just convenient lies?

I have searched all my life to find a purpose;

Something to lend meaning to my actions.

In the end this search seems so pointless

Since every answer ends with a why…

The Shadow

In the chill of a lonely night,

With neither the moon nor the stars in sight

I sink into the depths of the darkness that surrounds me.

The dark clouds blind the world,

Sneering, as the air around grows cold.

The cold sweat makes me shiver in a growing sense of fear.

Plunged into a morbid silence,

Cold sweat leaves my body tense.

Every breath I breathe a thunder rumbling aloud in my ear.

A shadow darker than black,

I stare at it as, at me, it stares back.

I fear what I see, yet what I see seems so familiar to me.

The shadow that I see,

I realize is but a reflection of me.

Across my glass soul, the shadow appears; a cold reminder of my deepest darkest fears.