As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
But…
Could there be another place
In the universe
As beautiful as this one?
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
Blessed shade and gloom
In an existence
Which fears the light
Grateful for each eclipse
Beauty in the shadows
Mystery in the illumined
Too bright for eyes to see
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
And still
They surprise me
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
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