Sometimes, I wonder, why am I here <br />to resolve the arduous tirades I hear <br />from the hard pages of hisTory <br />as lifeline of mystory hardens <br />on the confined claimants of winter fog <br />At one point, earth whispers on my ears <br />there no place on this universe <br />to go and hide from the long end <br />corridors of threatening adherents <br />To hold on one sea in its edge not easy <br />nor to stop the seasonal minds <br />Springs from the mountains not stop <br />nor the murmering branches of silence <br />Somewhere in between life holds back <br />heartbeats to measure out untold words <br />beyond the sunstained leaves of a green forest <br />Perhaps from the flames of one shrine <br />of dawn, day's petals flower up to sing <br />a harmony of songs <br />Between shadows and light, pigeons fly <br />towards infinite sky in search of a word of peace <br />from the passing rain clouds... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Jan 7,2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harmony-19/
