The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

The Bell of Mithra

I found in an abandoned temple
A bell, wrapped in cobwebs and silence
That once honored an ancient deity
Who even now lay asleep within

Curious, my heathen hand
Reached out to the sacred metal
And along with the silvery peals
A whisper filled the air

Softly, it spoke of the memories
Of the exploits of that divinity
The prayers answered, The miracles wrought
The feats achieved by the devoted flock

Until one day when the winds of chance
Filled the sails of their ambitions
And drove them, each to divers ports
Away from their community

"Some carried the light of their faith"
Said the voice, "and that is why"
"Despite their distance and my age
Uninvoked, I am still alive"

"And who are you?", I asked the presence
"What is the faith that sustains you?
How is it that you fell asleep?
And how come you are now awake?"

"I am Mithra, Lord of the Covenant
Friendship is the faith that sustains me
Space and time may send me to slumber
But remembrance will awaken me"

"Whether you be part of a fleet
Or single ships that pass in the night
I am the basis of your joy
I am the pillar of your comfort"

"My bell is none but your lines and cables
Borne on pylons and buried under the sea
This copper and glass, it lies in wait
For those who would communicate"

"Dwell not on the encounters of the past
Or of the years lost in separation
But ring my bell, here and now
So new memories may be made"

And thus enlightened I dedicate
This year past and the year forthcoming
To the old friends in distant ports
To the new ones that are not yet so

Fortune I thank for bringing us together
More than once in our lifetime
But to you I owe a greater debt
For you have never let me go.