ballad of your ballad

Part I.

do you see him from where you sit? 

can you see through the smile he wears like a mask?             

this man with not much to show 

plenty of determination to pull him through any         

situation he is faced with

very good description you made days ago and he never

knew the talent you possessed with the pen as your

weapon and being present at waterloo

he knows weapons though he may serve the captain

better than the other two soldiers

he only does so because he puts up no front 

pretends to be nothing earning no merit nor

recognition, the captain has retired

seems to rest comfortably with him

the other two soldiers pose no threat seeing as

how war time has long since passed

in his eyes anyway

though if forced into battle he will      

again rise to the top and defeat all foes

though he cares for the captain

his first concern himself 

in the past he has always thought of his own well being

only after securing the ground for all those

he fought with and for

he standing quite close to captain Ele

knows he need not worry

he sees no battle in sight whatsoever  

and if it comes down to any sort of battle

he is sure that both will

stand strong together or apart (if by chance)

they get separated...

Part II.

under light of a moon dancing in and out of the         

clouds bringing a light mist weighing heavy  

on the mind and heart finding a home once

again feeling as though he matters 

to himself again

finding joy in a smile on a face so

mystifying and wonderful

of new beginnings today blending into night

falls and he catches and will not drop

of rain runs down his neck as a tear

on a cheek next to his

mind is void of all confusion

passes like clouds

will soon open up and the yellow

face of the sun can be seen day after day

time has diminished all negative energy

enough to make it through the dark times

had come by no more

or less time for worry about nothing

ever makes complete the circle

we’ll never be the same as him

trying so hard to stay the same life after life

but this my friends is an impossibility.

Part III.

ask me and I will admit I do not know who or what  

I was in my last life, but I have been here      

before, this I know... and before you finish

reading, many will die and many more born again,    

making that transcending journey, one that we will

some day escape, the one called

‘samsara’— the cycle of birth and rebirth in death...  

in conclusion I wish you well on your           

journey and I will see you soon...

whether tomorrow or the next life I cannot say,

I do not know which will come first...