Half a pause

The sunshine and a smile

lost on half a track in the

rattling of the rails, a few

escape to the flower in your hair

opening up a deceased song, a

few stink like half dead 

carcasses from which poems 

of love refuse to be born. 

A few are lost in the sea 

and in its hands carrying the 

heaviness of millions of memories

only to drown itself in the 

forgetting where the rotting 

forgiveness will be washed on the shore. 

And you who walk

cautiously, yet tragically on this 

shore of time, a time knowing no 

history of immortality, what do you 

collect in your hands, why do you 

make this bag heavy for yourself? 

Did you yet find half the song

buried in those shells when your 

breath touches it? Did not you 

find a wail, a half cry, or a trembling dream 

there? Why yet you 'being' keeps walking? why yet 

you rails keep moving? would you know till the last, 

what moves when the tracks don't? 

what sings when you don't? 

who cries when you don't? 

And you the 'being', the born and 

'half a life' yet know not.

have a pause, a silence 

wait a moment, slow this time 

and this run, for

you and me