SHEPHERD
Before the mystic silence
of thy sheltering ardour and grandeur
too meagre and meaningless my fears.
Yet dreams that fervently graze in misty pastures,
Cling on laps of mountainering clouds.

Aspirations seldom steer
Towards cascading rocks
To scary abysses
Where the mind sometimes falters.
Baffle these endless moors
Affluent shades of thorny hedges and pink bamboo shoots
Confining our trivial life
Dwadle dream and reminisce.

Life a perilous journey
of fears and longings
securing from preying eye flames.
Afar the horizon’s beckoning rim
where aspirations melt
before the pain of parting
I know you –
the Shepherd of Moments
Wait for me
With the perennial flute
and benevolent eyes.