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Bernard de Silva
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« on: June 16, 2007, 05:30:57 PM » |
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"THE BURDEN OF SENSITIVITY".
Emptiness shrouds the wide oceans, where horizons,
stretch outward to infinity, beyond the sight of land.
Like-wise are those vast plains, spreading far distant,
featureless in every direction, no other close at hand.
Younger, he relished such places for their seclusion,
beyond civilization, only one's inner thoughts to hear.
Age overtakes him, he no longer seeks this mystique,
what had offered sanctuary, now harbours only fear.
Why is it, the man finds no ways for understanding,
how a perspective alters, for emotions rule his mind.
Why is it, that the hard brashness from past years,
all his familiar perceptions, he can now no longer find.
Confined, an uncertainty shrinks his world about him,
so that panic and apprehension, cloud his aging brain.
Yet all places of solitude…quiet, remote and secluded,
bring an awareness of mortality, so difficult to explain.
Sensitivity, scarcely understood when the young blade,
eludes the hard man, through most of his earthly years.
Regarded an unfitting weakness, that legacy of aging,
an alien manner which so often moves old men to tears.
Words, sights, with an older mind's perception of them,
seem far different, with meanings young eyes never see.
Do old eyes moisten, at the burden of these revelations,
or merely sorrow, for some final reprieve that cannot be.
So, where-in lies the reason behind the man's foreboding,
why is it that both vastness and constriction now offend.
Is it a realization of his own, or of his world's dimensions,
or, is it a belief, a firm conviction...death truly is life's end.
©.Copyright : Bernard de Silva…29/3/05
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