This is a collection of verses with different themes relating either lost loves, mourning, or sad memories in general. The poems were written at different points in my life, beginning at my teenage years and ending at the year of this publication (2012).
As the River Flows
As the river flows, so does my love
So ever slowly, so ever tranquil
In one direction and never changing
See how unphased the water be
By the rocks placed in the way
See how elegantly it hovers over
For years it flowed toward uncertainty
Having no choice but to brave the current
Unable to control its course
Not knowing what end it would meet
Until one day a roar is heard
And a rainbow seen yonder
There is no recourse but to trust Fate
To place ones life into her hands
And to hope that the fall won’t be a plunge
As the river flows, so does my love
The Stone Sentinel
He sat alone and hid his pain, unable to express
The melancholy that he felt and his tranquil distress.
But when looked upon what people saw was a ghoul worn by the cold.
Lonely was this sentinel, who was born to chase away
The evil omens who threatened us and taunted us each day.
He yearned for a companion, but nobody lent an ear
No second gargoyle was being built as this one’s end drew near.
“Is this how I am set to die—in solitude, unloved;
While Seraphs and Cherubs sing angelic songs above?
I’m duty bound to guard this world from Satan and his horde,
But feared am I by the very beings whom I have sworn to ward.
‘Grotesque’ they said, ‘deformed!’ they yelled, ‘a monstrosity, a shame!’
‘He will give us all bad dreams!’ in unison they claimed.”
And so in silence the gargoyle cried in response to these words:
“Is this how they would speak of me, is this what they all think?
Why then do I so insist on guarding this petty world?”
As days grew short and nights grew long, the gargoyle’s heart grew cold,
Along with his unshapely wings and grizzled frame of old.
No friend in sight and death nearby, his pain could now be seen—
The gargoyle thus became the ghoul that folks said he had been.