Two Poems of Transformation
Two Poems of Transformation
by Michael Wear
UNBOUND
When Our Parents pass away,
Our illusion of Stability ...
Rings Mortality, pealing from
The bells of Belief and Doubt,
Reverberating throughout the deep
Spaces in our Hearts ...
Alas, alone again and drifting,
In a World which stretches wide
Beyond our Senses into the Realm
Of Imagination and beyond again,
That All and Everything ...
Extends its Apparent point,
As Everchanging Form to break
The finite Shape which binds it,
To Reveal Unbounded Will. ..
Freefrom the Fetters we Impute.
That Intelligence cannot Be
Contained for long ...
Though Sleep and Death delay it.
DAWNBORN
As Nature Labours in Darkness,
Giving Birth to a new Day ...
I sit and Listen to her moans,
That fade in cries of bliss ...
Soon she holds the newly born,
Gently at her breast.
Dawn the Tender Youth ...
Who mellows well with Age,
And Passes On ... when his time has come,
To leave us with a smile.
I would live my life with Day,
And celebrate my birth at Dawn,
And learn to mellow as I grow,
So that I may smile ...
With the setting-sun,
An Old-man Tired ...
From a hard days Living.
by Michael Wear
UNBOUND
When Our Parents pass away,
Our illusion of Stability ...
Rings Mortality, pealing from
The bells of Belief and Doubt,
Reverberating throughout the deep
Spaces in our Hearts ...
Alas, alone again and drifting,
In a World which stretches wide
Beyond our Senses into the Realm
Of Imagination and beyond again,
That All and Everything ...
Extends its Apparent point,
As Everchanging Form to break
The finite Shape which binds it,
To Reveal Unbounded Will. ..
Freefrom the Fetters we Impute.
That Intelligence cannot Be
Contained for long ...
Though Sleep and Death delay it.
DAWNBORN
As Nature Labours in Darkness,
Giving Birth to a new Day ...
I sit and Listen to her moans,
That fade in cries of bliss ...
Soon she holds the newly born,
Gently at her breast.
Dawn the Tender Youth ...
Who mellows well with Age,
And Passes On ... when his time has come,
To leave us with a smile.
I would live my life with Day,
And celebrate my birth at Dawn,
And learn to mellow as I grow,
So that I may smile ...
With the setting-sun,
An Old-man Tired ...
From a hard days Living.