When creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendor,
Oh the picture of perfection.’
But one cried of a sudden
‘It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light
And one of the stars has been lost.’
Rabindranath Tagore
You think I am lost
so you shut your strife-charred eyes
to night’s radiant lashes
You think I am lost
so you forget how to listen
hum undertaker’s tunes
You think I am lost
so you linger on barren grave
of your dreams
You think I am lost
so you weep, blind to holy water
leaking from your swollen eyes
You think I am lost
so you miss an arrow
of geese catching the moon
You think I am lost
so you whimper awake
wait for sleep to return
You think I am lost
so sleepless, you churn out
long faced poems, forget
that starry verses compose themselves
You think I am lost
so you forget to keep remembering
how badly you want to see
