Rudan A. Matiga

In Life.....

Our path may not be paved with Love and Riches,
But you must go on...
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Come! Walk with me and take my love;
And make your heart with treasures fill.
With golden ring, a ribbon to your hair,
...... A silver crown fit for a queen.
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I close my eyes, and into my sight,
I see darkness covers the light,
It whists the silence of the night.
The whistling wind, I am aware;
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Nothing is meant from a dreamer.
Echoes of the past... annoying! Pestering!
Never intended to put you awkwardly,
Everything I say in my inner being, my thoughts are...
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And here's to you; a song.
The words are nothing!
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And here's to you; a poem.
No tune, no melody!
The words are crystal clear,
Like a river it flows from within;
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My dear old friends, the song I sing to you;
No Gens, no Larks or Rooks can sing this way,
Before I go some words of wisdom for the day.
Be good and gentle; those who think are wiser;
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Beauty is something you feel but it's not there.... the seen and the unseen, the wanted and the unwanted, the accepted and the unaccepted, the defined and the undefined, the admired and the unadmired, the desired and the undesired, the shared and the unshared, the loved and the unloved.

Beauty is the mind, body and spirit! Beauty is on the lips...
of the living and the dying. Beauty is earhtly!
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Where I was born looking above that solitary hill,
I stand alone; no forest growth blurring my eyes,
Of gulls and birds enjoy their freedom in the sky.
A many horizons I have seen, you with me a witness;
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My soul is muffed as I look at you in a moonless sky,
Behind that farthest star above unreach'd by sight...
Filled my heart with deeper longing my being can endure,
You left a thought, my spirit talks with somber music
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In the garden in the middle of the forest,
The moon prest by the night agreed to rest.
Shines not; amid the thick foliage deprived,
Me to you... and my eyes forced to subscribe.
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I met her once across my mind,
She is a beauty to behold! A girl;
Whose face is as lovely as a rose I feel.
Sweet girl please tell! A lovely star
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I'd rather be a brook,
Who loves to sing a merry tune
While journeying out to sea.
Unlike the river running deep,
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</>The day I die; I'll not forget to bade goodbye.
My children! please don't cry, hold your tears,
Don't be sad while I'm away; an hour, a day, a year
And for all eternity. Sing a sad song not for me;
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Lovely girl! Come nearer to me my dear,
I have music to whisper in your ear.

Listen! It's nice to recall the good olden days,
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I float lonely as a leaf.
Blown by the wind; swayed in air
Balanc'd in the breeze; it fell...
It reach'd the ground
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I'm looking down but no one seems to mind...
The murmuring brook, the singing bird, the gentle rain;
The placid lake... the river running deep,
All I care for they are mine.
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Your name engraved in a never ending tale;
I looked at you and through Time and Place
Your charm never ever wasted and effaced,
Given me the firmness of my heart, my soul
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