Melancholy calls and only sadness hears
and (while sharing brief respite with great joy)
looks back, shaking head… knowing same
Same runs through great expanse of time
among no ken… while none see
and Creator beckons away melancholy
Melancholy hopes for promised twinkling
while eye holds vigil, unveering
unable to help all who pass… blind
Blind they go, toward end
with new beginning utterly unseen
last to see them go… melancholy fading…
--RK, 4:08am Zulu, 8/18/06
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
The elusive one

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