Withered hag and crone
These are the names given to girls
As the years roll out
On the tidal shores
As graceful gazelles
Find doe eyes dimmed
As voluptuous women find their
Curves grow lean
And oh their skin
Now translucent papery thin
Evanescent youth, rolled up,
Like leather scrolled
With life's parchment dreams.
Sigh...
The stars respect us
They hold our dust
And twinkling ask us
To still hold on
To dreams,
Through the numbed silence
Space time
Screaming silver mind streams
You Must.
Age is glorious
Benevolence
Munificent paen, survival
Stellar accomplishment.
And so
Weighed down
In earthly years
Brimming woes
Overflowing
Time's limiting spheres
Heaven holds hard and fast
God speed,
We are
More than our petty fears.
The universe
In its eternal palm
Lightning strikes
Of chance
Too vast to contemplate
Too freakishly uncontrollable
Light blue sabres dart
Stars speed us on
We love faster
Grow stronger
And live lustier
Dustier
Longer
Our flowing light waves linger
Charging the eaves of
Heaven's glowing domes.
Hags and crones?
Happy our hearts, mellow
With love's graven memoirs
blessed and cursed
Is loneliness.
Pity...
Is our grace,
Mercy ingrained,
hands outstretched
Offering solace.
Timidity isn't fearful
Constraint.
Unlike rigidity
Of turgid masculine aim.
In earth's solar palace
In blue vesper space
We are mighty
Mothers
Of the Human race.
Forget dry lines,
They're ley lines
Of instinct
Won't wither our souls
Heads high
We smile shedding
Psalms from hearts
Of gold.
Celestial movements
In December's notions
Our lives celebrating
Unabashed motion
Foundations, anchors,
Fulcrums and axles,
At the event horizons
Of centuries lapses.
Emotionally endowed
Rich connections,
Showering starlight
Courage and conviction
Carriers we,
Of the ageless
Timeless fire
Of Constellations.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
