KUNDASANG

The mist rolls over the slopes
Like silk the woman's curves hide
And from that plateau does she rise
The veiled lady rules over deaths divide

The mist slides into the valleys
Sensuous as a snake on the grass
A cold embrace to blanket all
And let sweet slumber fall

And so comes an ending
Or is it a beginning?
dreams once wrought
of duty and glory sought

Dreams rent asunder
Like parting of thunder
Fallen rain turning to air
Past lives' slates clear

The mist rolls over the slopes
Like silk the woman's curves hide
And from that plateau does she rise
The veiled lady rules over deaths divide

But journey makes the man
All roads end the same
All lives turn to dust
All steel to rust

Still the clamour echoes
The ballads of life's throes
Of the remembered few
Drown the rest like meat in stew
The mist rolls over the slopes
Like silk the woman's curves hide
And from that plateau does she rise
The veiled lady rules over deaths divide

Then the mist clears
A moment of sheer lucidity
The goal seen not yet attained
The aim of this strife and pain.

By Yudisthra
2:14 AM 4/27/00