winding whirlpools...

Happily unaware
Of a brewing tempest
Deep inside,
Our patrons,
Went about their lives.

As she lead a quiet, resolute
And guarded struggle even as,
Bitter waves of loneliness
Wore into her face.
Covering their tracks
With a strong determination,
She held her own against them
In the muffled cries of her sleep.

In the suddenness of his
Calm and collected world,
The whirling wheels of time
Had stunned him into
Awaiting no one!
It would have been with him
As it has and was with many, only,
He held his fort against it.

The slight devices with which
They cheated themselves into
Happiness! Fake happiness!
Were weights that held fast
Barriers to the fortress
They'd clammed themselves up in.

An unfathomed depth
Sought the arrival of
A fulfilling force.

A chanced meeting!
The weights they'd introduced gave away…
Finally, under the wrath of the
Restricted waves of passion.

They found each other
In the dead of the night…
Circling, hand in hand…
Whispering as they circled
Around the shriveled tree of liberty.

They met across the distances!
No pause, no pity,
No intervals of relenting rest
No measurement of time
As dawn glided into the night.


They'd come together,
To a spurt of white light,
After a long lonely spurring
Over roads untamed and not walked upon.

Looking at one another
They obtained no hearing…
They were to establish an order,
Reinforce natures appointment of things.

They came together
In the hour of the darkness.
A cluster of huddled shadows.
These movements captured
By a flickering candle
Across the length of a
Pure wall in unsullied white.

The silence, the tranquility
The harmony of the moment,
All playing god in this union of souls.


They passed on once more
Into untold happiness
Juggling between the untimed swings.
The shift between all that
Was cold and raging hot
Amongst impoverished fields
That hadn't yielded any fruit
For the past year.

This intensified by the
Blackened remains
Of dreams , of homes
They'd built with someone else.
Sharp reining up across the months…
A patrol watch on all incoming roads
For possible diversions in all forms.

This not only stopped them in running away
But threw them both directly in the path of the other.

Faces hardened in the
Furnaces of distant suffering
Until the touch of pity
Could no longer leave a mark.

Lumbering wheels,
Dropped her insensible
Into his arms.

He turned her beautiful face to him
Away from the crowd, hidden from time.
So his tears and her lips
May come together
Unseen, unknown.

The quiet of their souls
Brought them together…
Long…undisturbed…
Their shaking forms
Had long yielded to the
Calm that must follow all storms.

Turbulently swaying shapes,
Finally at peace with one another,
Huddled content shadows…
He held her to his heart.

He lay there as
Shadows of the leaves outside
Courted his long chiseled face,
As softly as
Her lips had moved in praying for him.

A blank silence prevailed…..

A year of tempest finally consumed!!!