There’s no pain without prior serenity
There’s no war without prior peace
There’s no hate without prior love
There’s no death without prior life
There’s no end without a prior start.
Bathed in the majesty of nature’s ultimate masterpiece,
I wish that all our love, all your love doesn’t last,
Romeo fell up the balcony while the bats
Roamed the sky, catching the bugs in his
Poetry. The melody cast a shadow at Juliet’s
Door and with his head over her heels,
Her heart was gripped by the lyrics
Pouring into the secrecy of that instant.
nly yesterday you put your fingers in my eyes
As if to dot them, to make them more perfect for you.
Today, you cross my Ts and with ink, dot my i’s
Now I hold you, as the bars stay shut, the bars
Shudder at RNA code, and the restaurants cower.
Pause to mourn. It wasn’t the reaper calling.
A bearded Jew picks you up like a prom date,
His halo catching the pearls of your white dress.
The fiery chariot makes your half smile shine, as you
Look back at the tears to come…
That all she’s got,
It’s all she’s got.
Nature just opened its eyes to smile on the eternity
Of me, the sun, the rain, the clouds, the wind, the birds,
This is a poem by Meuna who is 7 years old on his mother’s birthday: enjoy.
Nobody knows that I died a long time ago.
But she would have known,
Even from the slab at Melen.