Page 131 - moondani kyema

moondani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 131

And we became as one
Under the summer sun

Autumn
Autumn follows , changing green to gold.
Gold becomes brown and falls
Leaving branches bare and bleak
Flowers that bloomed in warmth
Now wait in vain
To display their charms.

Winter
Are you leaving?
The weak winter afternoon sun
Giving no warmth
Clouds over.
Not cloud but
A blackness permeating
My inner force and obscuring all ability to see
Reality or direction.
Shadows of fear
Ominous, potent with devastation.
Causes lost in criticism
Reconciliation cowering behind retribution
And anger
Scattergunned
Hitting just and unjust targets with equal force.
The blackness goes deeper
And finds my soul
And through it I see a door
Leading I know, to escape
And oblivion
I fiddle fitfully with the handle
Uncertain
A small hope tingles into my fingers
And I let go
But feel again the darkness
Where no light penetrates.
Are you leaving?
Me?

Spring
The earth warms in the spring sunshine
New life begins to stir.
Bare branches seeming dead
Bulge with eager hope
And the world smiles again
Assured of summer’s promise

Summer - Mark 2
Slowly we explore our springtime
We start to dream of what could be