Silence Falls
silence falls
tumbling down the stairs
without nary a sound
head over heels
she loved me
but i did not know it
not so much that i was blind
but more that i simply didn't see
a sneaking suspicion
a nudge of the mind
a nagging reminder
of something not yet forgettable
yet in the end the world spun on
this globe continued to turn
spinning at 10,000 miles an hour
round and round and round and round
i have found myself at long last
contented
happy
joyful
hereupon on christmas day
a pagan holiday once perhaps
but masterfully reallocated by the church
celebrate not your old holiday, but ours instead
marketing 101
fifteen hundred years ago, or so
so they said to the celts back then
the christmas tree, the star, bethlehem
let the myths merge together
truth and beyond truth
threads running together
like a river, shining gold
the starlight reflecting upon the water
the sunset radiant in the glass
a smile upon her lips
delight dancing within her eyes
her hair flying out behind her
and one adventurous strand
always getting in her eyes
yet with the smallest of smiles
she brushes it away
with a fair delicate finger
can such a creature yet be human?
but of course, therein lies the beauty
the song crescendos
he turns the radio's volume down
but no matter, the music is louder still
the radio itself begins to dance in time
what if we lived in a world there was poetry
in every deed, in every action, in every word
where everything done and undone and not done
had deep meaning, mystery and truth
perhaps we do live in such a world
in a world where there is joy in everything
even in the bitterest of sorrows, death,
there always is a sweetness at the end
for death is merely a passage
a pause between acts two and three
two and three you ask?
one was before birth, you see
for it can be also said
much like it is with death
that no one has ever come back
from beyond birth
no baby has ever revisited the womb
and assured those as yet within that warm confine
that indeed there is life, so rich, so true
on the other side of birth
perhaps it is much the same with life after death
something so beyond comprehension that it cannot be shared
only experienced, at the appropriate time
but enough talk of death and dying, today is christmas
a holiday built upon a particular birth
the birth of one who Himself would conquer death
and banish its power over mankind (and womankind too)
forever and ever, past the end of Time itself
and such a date there is a moment for joy
a happiness fully radiant, a shining moment
as the star shone above the manger
brighter than any had ever in the night before
and so it is that perhaps she loved me
and perhaps i simply did not see, and i am sorry
for i did not mean that she suffer a tear at my expense
but in the same breath i can only find joy
for what lies ahead gives me hope, faith and courage
to experience all that life has to offer
all the joy, love and truth...
there is so much to see, there is so much to feel
i find myself walking in a dance
a spring, indeed, in my step
even though i write these words but a few days
after the winter solstice
and i find at last that this poem has poured itself out
my fingers flying over the white keyboard upon which i write
streams of words cascading from thought to emacs
the laptop's quiet hum a comfort
let there be light
and there was light
both in the day
and at night
and my soul shines
Your light, not mine
but I no longer have aspirations to
generate my own line
quite contented am i now
i have finally found myself as i am
human
all that and nothing more
in that lies a liberation
therein lies the seed of peace
for You Yourself became your Creation
became Human, as it were, over two thousand years back
and I can only aspire
to follow Your teachings
to heed Your wisdom
and to share Your Love with all whom I meet
the lion and the lamb
the strong yet the gentle
the raging rawness of power itself
and a gentle warmish wet nuzzling and soft comfort itself
in such duality I find myself a pupil
my eyes wide open, learning much
and the softest of smiles forms on my face
yet it ever grows stronger, breaking into a grin
laughter wells up within me
it is as with gandalf at the end of the third age
a vast repository of mirth resides in my soul
i find myself joyful at being joyful
my eyes dance, they sparkle
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
joy itself bubbling over
happiness, contentedness at being alive at christmas
this is no sublte smile
a mere curve of the lips, no more
where yet so much emotion is conveyed
nay, this is laughter out loud
a veritable lol
perhaps a prelude to a rofl
but not quite roflamo
as i'm rather attached to that appendage
thus may this poem, an onslaught of words
longer than most i've found myself to write
ironically titled, perhaps
close by simply wishing you and yours
a merry christmas
a merry christ mass
a merry time for you and yours
and please, do please, share the love
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