‘Twas when I saw the mighty sky
Shutting its majestic eye
Slowly in a mighty wink.
As the icy wind took wing
To its hole the mole did sink
And the nightingale soon ceased to sing.
In a thrust, out of the sky
Shot an arm that struck so nigh
Faster than a mortal’s eye…
The radiance did stupefy!
Soon came the mighty roar
like a tiger’s at a boar
As it ‘gan to gently pour.
Soft and in amazing ease
In a low mellifluous hiss
Earth and sky did unite
Ceasing long into the night.
AN ODE TO GOD In the end of days when the angels call And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness, I pray he disregards my countless falls And recalls my unrequited righteousness. As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we, Juvenile in form and thought, often falter Derailed by a…
The tender human heart has its seasons: Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows. When silence comes, and peace surrounds, Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring! Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…
True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides Half completely lost, the other retained Doomed to forever love half-heartedly. A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found, Her form revived conceals her heart defiled But within her eyes this very truth lies: Where love is lost, misery and pain abound. The language…
The plaintive melody of silence in the night in a softly lit meadow with white moonlight, is where my mind seeks to find peace, of everlasting kind. When calm, heavenly purity surrounds, the crisp rustle of daffodils all around, a gentle fragrance in the air and little angels everywhere! Among the little angels there, I…
FOR A LOST LOVE As weary I grow in my final fight I know I shan’t outlast this frightful night, For men twice wiser lived but none exists, Who by his wit contrived life from death’s mists. Dark and dreary have been my fondest dreams Dearer than reality, so it seems For there blossoms the…