To be free of fear

                                                               Stockholm- Year 2012

They all looked happy
That it was over
For who would like
To be in lasting agony
Waiting for what must be 

A figure so still
By the pillar’s shadow
Still thought
Amidst the flowers
And the rising incense 

Of the journey
That lay beyond
For either, here or there
And what it meant
To be free of fear.
 

That the Gods could die

                                                                      Stockholm- Year 2012

We get by and by

Closer into the mist

Like the warmth and musty smell

Of an old quilt,

Left in a box to rust

And a tub of chilled water

Stayed too long

Far beyond, time of its use;

Feeling close

With the loved ones

By absences so profound

To believe, we never ever left,

Hope, courage and perseverance

Survive, the assumptions in life

Notwithstanding

That the Gods could die.