RIC S. BASTASA
RIC S. BASTASA Poems
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' The Last Dance Of Your Life '
you don't really have to mind
what power do you have for it
when it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you
the doctors are honest
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of
a hope that poisons the mind instead
our recent stand rigid and
for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay
the quest for nothing is almost over.
the use of words as ships of your journey.
the probing mind of the wind to all the alleys.
what have you become instead? winds for all directions.
boats of illusions. words have become your master and
you are their slaves, until you wake up from this
long night sleep. Time brings you back
to the land of your birth.
There are no words here.