Past acquaintances
Rediscovered
After a decade
Or a score or two of years
Give heavenly bliss
And glitter of the first meet.

The hiatus of time
Vanishes
Like mist at noon.
Blood races through the veins,
Peeps through the faces.

Would that time had stilled!
Snow on head
Furrows on face
Tell a different tale.

Eternal fate
Awaits all

The eyes that once
Could see beyond the hill,
Beyond the waters
Lie shut and smothered.

Who knows
The next moment?
What lies buried
In the womb
Of future-
Unraveling, unveiling-
A mystery.

What those boats
Emerging from the horizon;
Where are they bound for?

What those hands
Signaling in semaphore
Above the mountain?

What mermaids
Sing by what beauteous isles;
What warriors go past them?

Hands signal
Theboats to cross the isles
To the harbor safe.