The Traveller

With a wrinkled face
Bearing a thousand maze
He came - the traveller.
"Where are thou coming from?"
Rose the question as a drum.

"From the past, through the past and
To the past"- was the reply.

"What have you seen my friend?'
"Pyramids of snow, towers of glass,
A Taj of clay and bread of rock,
A bowed bird, the crucified truth,
Wars for peace, and sunken eyes,
Water-blood and chained freedom;
Amongst the thicken day darkness".

"Why, to the past, not to future?"

"For the blood is red and MAN is dead".

"If man is dead and past is past
Who am I, You and the rest?"

Said he "Question your soul"-
And went off the lonely Traveller.

Fading Shadow...

When the light told, as passing by,
"Come with me to the valley of brightness",
Stood still the shadow smiling,
"I'm afraid, we can't go along,
As I am the dark phase,
And an unwelcomed guest there,
Let me wait here, through the ages,
For the dawn of your re-birth",
And stood the fading shadow...
Watching light passed by....
Through the rain drops, cold and sad...