atiguhya padma
10-25-2005, 07:24 AM
On the day of dying
Time carved you
Into an empty cradle
As bare as winter trees
Or a fall of Yorkshire snow
In that claustrophobic room
The minutes slipped away
Like a sunken hollow lane
She rocked you in the night
Her arms a canopy
Keeping a little warmth.
I remember it well
Though days have gone like leaf fall:
Enclosed in private thought
An unploughed field of emotion
Waiting for the rain
When the hour must come
And the years flee from my body
Hope my heart has courted charity
To nurse me in the darkness
For all that has been given
Leaves what remains to lose.
Time carved you
Into an empty cradle
As bare as winter trees
Or a fall of Yorkshire snow
In that claustrophobic room
The minutes slipped away
Like a sunken hollow lane
She rocked you in the night
Her arms a canopy
Keeping a little warmth.
I remember it well
Though days have gone like leaf fall:
Enclosed in private thought
An unploughed field of emotion
Waiting for the rain
When the hour must come
And the years flee from my body
Hope my heart has courted charity
To nurse me in the darkness
For all that has been given
Leaves what remains to lose.