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