I could draw the sun that sets,
Capture colors in black and white,
Watch trees silhouette from night to night.
Let them fade the darkest fears.
To lose my trembling from within,
Which emotion should I call friend?
For from my cave I saw this clear –
Feathers fall from heaven long ago,
Then turn to demons upon the shore.
I Reach out and touch pellucid walls.
Always left wanting more, always more.
Living life as one empty space,
Ignorant of how the feel of winning taste.
I could gaze into the darkness,
Read hieroglyphics from the sky.
Walk upon fiery orange waters,
Melt into the shadows of stone,
And taste the nectar of earth’s falling tears.
Wish the days could flow easily,
But it’s not enough to have good intentions.
We are always left wanting more… always more.
And we forget which emotion to call friend.
All that remain are feathers upon the shore.
_ nivaun rahne (1977)
Something I wrote when I was 14. Sometimes it’s interesting to look back so we can live in today.