A Message For The Mourning Beloved... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

every morning
i write

but not for you

every morning is
a sacrifice

an offering for
the goddess of

every morning is
an exercise of honesty

the night may still
be on that stage of

i may write for you

i do not wish you
to read for now

it will be
nothing is
worth believing

for the meantime that
the words are
still constructed

what you see actually
is not what you get

there is a ripe fruit
for the season &
it will be for your personal

tomorrow is the best
place for you
to fathom the depths of
my suffering

you lay in bed crying
and you wipe your tears

the thoughts will come
like sunshine on the window

then you will have a hint
of me

and you follow it
like a bird
flying away to a
faraway hill

towards a cave
where darkness is a little bit

with light and shadows and
creeping sounds of
& glowing worms

then you shall understand
what everything in me is all about

you see
you can only understand the past
when you have arrived
at the room of the

when what you remember of me is only the wind
what what i am to you is no longer a star.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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