Poems of Narad

Night By Clouds Unbound

Starless sky, the desolate grandeur of night
Merging with the dark and sombre hills,
A firefly, small pinpoint of light
That flits across my sight the moment fills

Mid the unrelenting torrent of the rain.
The rose-breasts sleep, jays and ladder-backs
Await the morn to freely soar again
For on this night the febrile lightning cracks

And all is dimmed as an abandoned stage,
No movement but the fiercely shrieking wind
Lashing the black infinity with rage.
I watch and in the shadows of my mind

Tenuous threads through centuries of thought
Quiescent wait my thinking to invade,
Yet in this fragile hour peace is caught
And momentary calm, my pain delayed.

How strange this upward journey of the soul,
For every step ahead I fall below
The former height and the illusive goal
Beckons yet recedes and in my slow

Laborious climb unwilling to release
The memory of a once joyful past
And sorrow the antithesis of peace
Amused at my dilemma holds me fast.

Somewhere in my heart a joy abides
Covered by the caul of recent grief
That I must shed for when the soul decides
The hour must be seized for it is brief

And if it passes yet another round
Of ploughing through the ignorance will come.
A glimmer now, the night by clouds unbound,
The morning star accompanies me home.