Monday, October 8, 2018

The Train Station

The Train Station

By May Kwek

I wait at the station
My ticket in my hand
For this paper tears and sweat
And years of my life were spent

So now I can take a train
And go off into the unknown
To the places I’ve never seen
And every hope that’s grown

A train arrives clad in gold
It brightly shimmers and shines
Surely it must go somewhere
Really great and fine

I hand the conductor my ticket
He does not allow me inside
For he says my ticket
For this train isn’t right

So with regret I watch the train go
And vanish into the mists
And wait for yet another
Certain there’ll be nothing amidst

A train of silver comes
Sparkling like a dime
I hand the conductor my ticket
But this train isn’t mine

So I go back to waiting
Watching people come and go
So many board, all going somewhere
While I am waiting so

Stuck on the platform
Watching wrong trains go pass
Platinum, diamond, even lead
Hoping they’ll be mine at last

But they’re not and I have to watch
As I stay despondently still
Watching as people move on and go
And wondering if I ever will

Again and again I try
But the answer always seems to be
“This train does not go where you’re going”
“So wait for the next please”

So I wait and I wait
Agony eating at my soul
I’ve spent my life on this ticket
Is it as worthless as fools’ gold?

But each conductor tells me wait
The train that is mine will pass
For surely this stillness in time
Cannot forever last

And finally a train rolls in
Its carriages beaten and old
I hesitatingly hand in my ticket
And up on board I go

Surely there must be some mistake
This train is a wreck
I did not work for years
To ride in something like that!

But then the train leaves the station
And where others turn right it goes left
Out of the concealing mists
That leave so many bereft

It leaves it all behind
And ahead I see fields of gold
Oh. Now I understand
That’s where I’m meant to go

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

A Life Lived


A Life Lived

By May Kwek

Eat and drink for tomorrow we die
So the old saying goes
But how can food and drink ever satisfy
The constantly yearning soul?

With its yearning for the beyond
And dreams of the blue sky
Of the stars and all its wonders
Where dear wishes could fly

With its hopes for tomorrow
And its fears for today
With its constant wish for a light
To show one the way

With its aching for a kind word
And hearts which understand
With its inexplicable desire
To reach out and lend a hand

For all these a soul yearns
In words felt but unspoken
But if one could simply reach out
And to the heart’s beat listen

They’ll know food and drink won’t satisfy
For a soul needs so much more
And to give it all up for brief pleasure
Is to die before death falls

So yes tomorrow we die
But let us at least have this
A life not shrouded in mindless pleasure
But a life lived!

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

Mars


Mars

By May Kwek

Lightning strikes, the wind blows
The leaves on high are laid down low
And in the gap of sky amongst the stars
There shines alone, the planet Mars

Silent it watches the battle below
A flash and with it, a million souls
Cries and shouts as the thunder roars
Agony, pain and so much more

The battle rages and men cry
Spirits wilt and spirits die
To overcome the need to flee
Seems beyond a soul like me

I look up, up to the sky!
To Mars shining aloof on high
And as I girdle myself to run and flee
I tell Mars sometimes it’s destiny

It remains silent, it won’t reply
Nor descend from the night sky
There’s no change in its red light
As it shines on the battle tonight

Yet as it gazes down on the field
I feel a spirit that will not yield
Always strong in the face of pain
Which falls only to stand again

Down it looks, down on me
And in its light there glows eternity
And a strength within I gain
To raise the sword once again

Mars! Mars! That unconquerable soul
Shining on high to those below
Unmoved by fears whatever the age
The shining hope of courage

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

The Mirror’s Smile


The Mirror’s Smile

By May Kwek

I met a mirror today
And it waved back at me
A smile graced its face
And I wondered how could it be?

So I asked it and it laughed
Before it sat me down
And asked me, really
What was the reason for my frown?

So I sighed and I answered
In a tale of my woes
Of a world dark and battered
Torturous to behold

Of clouds of grey
And stormy wintry nights
Of sadness and of pain
Of illness and of fright

I then looked at the mirror
And I did not expect to see
A smile still on its face
Was staring back at me

And then it looked to the sky
Where the warming sun shone
“Tomorrow” it whispered
“Will bring another dawn”

For it cared not for grey skies
And it could bear any pain
So long as tomorrow the sun rose
It would battle and stay sane

And so the mirror looked at me
Without a single trace of guile
Before it softly whispered to me
“Courage dear heart and smile”

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

Monday, August 20, 2018

Dancing leaves


Dancing leaves

By May Kwek

The wind blew today
As I stood beneath the trees
And I saw a single leaf fall
To the whispering of the breeze

Small and light it was
Green without a care
It left the mother branch
And leapt into the air

The wind caught it as it flew
And danced in flight's ecstasy
Glimmering it shone in the shifting lights
Sparkling for all to see

The others must have seen it
For its joy was simple and plain
And they joined it in the air
Till leaves danced like rain

And so the wind blew today
As I stood between the trees
And the leaves heard its song
And leapt to its melody

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

The Bridge


The Bridge

By May Kwek

Here on the forest bridge
I quietly sit and stare
At the leaves and the rippling stream
At the life everywhere

Some children run pass me
Waving as they go
Off they are to adventures
Daring, brave and bold

A young man returns
His eyes determined and grave
He is off to make his fortune
He says so as he waves

A young couple then come by
Lost in each other’s eyes
They don’t see me in their dreaming
But that is no surprise

The moss grows on the stones
As the people come and go
From budding leaves to summer flowers
Autumn leaves turn cold

Till at last an old man comes
And sits by my side
Looking about him in wonder
At all in his sight

“It’s beautiful” he says
In a voice soft and low
“How have I never seen this?
For I’ve passed here often so”

And so we sit side by side
Where the river’s song does not cease
And there on the bridge between moments
We rest in contented peace

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Stars


Stars

By May Kwek

Each night I stand at my window
Looking for the stars
Those sparkles of dreams and of fire!
So close yet so far

In the scattered night they smile at me
In playfulness they wave
Out of the inky blackness
At once solemn and grave

Yet the night has no power
Over these points of light
Scattered and hidden maybe
But they shine ever so bright

Oh dear stars twinkling in the night
Shine on as hope’s beacon light!
For if you can shine in depths so dark
Then I too, can take heart

For in your twinkling lights I finally see
Why the sky is dotted with memory
For when night comes, and it must
We must have a light in which we trust

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek