my love lies dull now
in the shade of your regard
uncertainly flickers
and with certainty fades
in a dead coin,
on shores of dross sand,
my love
pays the silent ferryman
what haunts my love
as the ferryman’s skiff skitters
over waters endless, dark and deep?
is it the oaths made one to the other
that my love and your love
have yet to keep?
or is it the shadowed souls looking on
as my love starts to weep?
but even sorrow eventually
meets its end
for it is
exhaustion’s favored friend
my love lies still now
on the bone dry beach
of an alien land
awaiting your love’s regretful approach
with a soul smeared face
and a still open hand
~
by Ranjit Singh Mathoda
created and copyright July 2, 2001
