The Veil
In the light I whisper promises,
Carried by the winds,
As they echoed softly in the moonlit sky.
I speak of my sorrows and plead my case,
I shatter and break in that endless space.
In between the knowing,
That thin veil which holds the question,
I lay all my tears and desires.
I rest by that creek and listen to the gentle stream,
I shut my eyes slow,
and wait for that flowing dream.
—
A Fading Ripple
I sway as the years fly by
A dance of becoming and unbecoming
of learning and unlearning.
I dance with that sorrow
and a heart filled
with life’s marrow.
As the leaves fall and the ripples fade,
So do these shadows drift
to shade.
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Souls Scattered
Souls scattered, scraping,
Searching along the open fields.
These lost souls wandering lonely,
So far apart,
on intersecting ripples,
arising as quickly as they fall apart.
They were fading into that misty dense fog,
dissolving into beds of moss,
shining with an eerie gloss.
Shipwrecked hearts lie sinking in shadows,
Lost in the echoes of their sorrows.
—
An ode to moss on stone
When I see you my dear moss,
I feel a sense of certainty I can not quite grasp.
Your beauty subtle,
And a source of strength.
You thrive on the hardest of stones,
On barren lands and under crushed feet,
Between the cracks of concrete,
And within the darkest folds of one’s soul.
You bring color through shades of gray
And softness to the stones you caress.
Oh, how you bring out the beauty of any landscape
With the texture of your touch,
The ease of your embrace.
Even under hints of moonlight do you shine and glow
In tones of greens that gently flow.
As I sit still near a running river with
Sunlight softly reddening my cheeks.
I close my eyes and inhale.
I picture the light coming in,
The fears and anxieties slowly setting sail
to the sounds of the lapping waters
While moss grows gently over me,
Piece by piece shrouding my vessel
And healing me from within.
—
Claudio Yurdadön
