Triumph

Triumph

Time’s passage carries no sense.
Hence, we carry memories, retrospection, a special worth…
Life’s quality being debated.
Carrying absurdities, obscenities, and pleasures.

Soul’s duration, though unknown, is finite.
A quest to achieve notoriety.
To be loved and cherished.
Joys of intimacy and family.

Life without him is thinkable.
As rainbows, honeybees, lilies.
Warm nakedness comforting,
As sunrise and sunset…

Sand and ocean.
As adventure to private shores
With soft, romantic sounds of waves
Caressing bare toes, naked ears.

Life’s passage as maddening clouds
Exuberant over blood-laden battlefields,
Whose every warrior stands as a statue
Of eternal Triumph.