Om

New light;
Smile to your Sorrow


Let me go- let me go
to the lake of dreams,
where light is shadow
and darkness seems
to shade delight -
The growing flowers
In hidden night
Reflect the hours
In carefree ways.
Sing softly, now, then
Of glittering days,
And peace within.

I nothing am -
and glad I came -
Thy little lamb,
She knows thy name.

Fate let me go -
and now I know
that I am free,
and nought controls thee.

Sweet thought, sorrow smiling;
I'm away - I'll away be.
Few thoughts, unbeguiling,
Reach the root of a tree.

What shall I bring, returning?
If I should return to life -
I would leave behind fears and yearning
and put an end to strife.

Life and dreams are two and one,
The same, are one and two;
When dreaming life is through and done,
Life's dreams are done and through.

A gleeful bad poem was sung to me;
On the third day of traverse,
And the poet hid behind a tree,
Before I could answer worse.

Once I smiled to sorrow;
And in reply, it said,
“I am here tomorrow,”
So I slept instead.



(This one is far from finished. . . You know how Blake reworks some of his poems, I plan to rework the last stanza at least. . .)