The current of grief
at the funeral
is of lightning bolts
which strike even
strangers...
causing them for
no explained reason
to release tears of
rain.
(to all who love
C Turchan M)
PORTAL TO IMMORTAL
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A curtain of
morning mist pf grey hue
separates turquoise waters
from overarching sky's blue
A slender band
of post wave sands
sparkles between
the sea and the land
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal