Krishna's flute

my heart lay beside
pallid waters
where lotus once grew

I was inconsolable
without
you

The anguish
the pain was like
incessant rain

and I feared
I would Never
see you

again Then
I heard the flute
its silver notes

meandering fields
of golden
grain

Suddenly
from the dieing embers
in my heart

emerged a Brilliant flame
and from Yours
a Phoenix flew

And our love would
Never
be the same


c.Douglas E. Fireman