I go back through an age old life
Shrouded by anger and hunger and strife
Led by a yearning – a desperate soul
Reaching for something – unseen – untold
Rishamian – you did it for me
Challenged my right to set my soul free
Guided me through these waters of pain
Watching me – helping me handle the strain
You followed my path with undaunted faith
Giving me strength to walk in your wake
Showed me the passage I’m fated to walk
With hands so warm you hold as we talk
Now – nightly I walk to the edge of a time
A life that has haunted and shadowed in mine
And I see through the blind as I stand and I gaze
With wonder in silence the depth of the days
Is the clock not just an image of mind
That has bound and distracted the oneness of time
How little it means on the edge that I follow
Of the life that I lead or the space that I borrow
Risha came to me when I was a child
When times were uncertain and thoughts were so wild
The lights from above were so calming and bright
And ushered me on through the veil of night
The soft spoken words echoed loud through the years
Through the days of despair – through the buckets of tears
Through my youth when it seemed that nothing was fair
Through all of these things my Risha was there
Each star in the sky that shines brightly at night
Is a beacon to Risha – my guardian of light
Through the darkness of space and the void that’s so black
I know that my Risha will one day come back
So I will wait with true longing for my friend to return
Though I’ve grown old with years, Risha’s presence still burns
And when that day comes and we’re together again
I’ll walk in the light with my childhood friend
3.11.2002
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"And I see through the blind as I stand and gaze
With wonder in silence the depth of the days."
Your words open a magic casement...
"How little it means on the edge that I follow
Of the life that I lead or the space that I borrow."
I was charmed by the idea of "the space that I borrow".
"Through my youth when it seemed that nothing was fair"
Very much true...most of the young people have the same feelings at that time of the life.
"Risha's presence still burns"....
Any other person could turn it into an elegy and would have made the readers sad. But you are a person with hope. You soar high into clouds like a lark even while experiencing bereavement. You're great...Keep it up!
Rahi
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Thank you so much. Your comments are very encouraging indeed and have given me much to smile about. So glad you liked this one for it is one which holds much in the words.
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Oh...another special write here...This is a favorite, my friend...From childhood you reflect on your special chum and kindred spirit...You alone have the rhyming of story telling....You are so gifted...
it!
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I am so glad you liked this one. It is special to me.
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Brilliant ! !
Wow...I really enjoyed your poem
As usual your rhyme is spot on. Great job and thanks for sharing 
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Another beautiful write my friend. Flows and rhymes so wonderfully.
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This is a beautiful poem in it's entirety. I see no deed for any edits or changes at all. Excellent writing and truly beautiful content. Thank you for sharing with us all.
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Thanks, Bob. I am so glad you liked this piece, and thank you for the wonderful comments. Oooops. Gotta go. Signing of till friday.
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