Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Lines From a Dream Meet Lines Upon Awaking

Lines From a Dream Meet Lines Upon Awaking:
©December 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Let’s climb, my friend
Up the Blue Mountain
Because inky stairs
Drip slowly up
And rain weeps down
Like a trembling veil,
And my legs yearn.

I can’t, not yet
Because marble clouds
And unicorn trails
Send sighing winds
And I might swing
Upwards and on,
And never return.

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Without End

 

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Photo-Credit (Unknown, but here’s the source where I got it from:
http://dabacon.org/pontiff/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Reflection_in_a_soap_bubble_edit.jpg

 

Without End

©December 5, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

A perfect sphere,

Encapsulating house and trees

And trees and house

And blue so intense

It might break but for the violet

Which edges that without edges:

It floats, delicate and

Precise and ready

To disappear.

 

And it does.

And I mourn its passing,

But rejoice in its brief

Eternity.

 

Why, then, must I fear

The end of my bubble?

All my troubles

And joys and pain

And loss and gain

And a future which

Must appear

Whether I fear

Or not, will be

Captured in that

One perfect moment,

Until I

Disappear …

 

As I, too, must.

So, while you mourn my passing

Rejoice in my brief

Eternity, as I shall

Rejoice

In yours.

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