Rain fell again.

Santa Cruz where bullets rained in ‘99

Was the setting for rain again.

People in black and solemn

turned out for Cristina’s funeral.

A quiet, a murmur, chats about life

 

The coffin arrived and the gathered

made their way grave side squeezing

between the monuments and the rough

piles of soil marking the places

of the already dead.

 

Standing among the bright

gaudy and fake, slowly fading

plastic flowers adorning every tomb.

The reds, yellows, blues and white

contrast the sober dress and

the congregating grey clouds.

 

The coffin is interred and wailing starts.

The trigger for the clouds to open

The rain descends as flowers are arranged

Heavy drops of life fall from the sky.

 

Tears of life at this moment of change

From this life to the next

Tears of sadness - Tears of relief,

Tears for new beginnings

Tears of rain cleansing all beneath

 

Nature helping the healing process

The cycle of ashes to ashes and dust to dust

The cycle of water and seed to growth of new life

 

(In memory of Cristina who shares my birthday)

Things we think about and don’t actually say

Opportunities, delicate veils are enough to shroud

Many lives lived without exploring everything around

Is this a problem?

What is missed, is love lost ?

is friendship gained?

Can you have both or is the risk you loose it all.

Is being scared an excuse

is it easier to stay safe? REALLY is it easier?

 

Is it right to chance your arm - to cross the line?

The line you can feel but cannot touch

The line that is there but really is not

And if this line is crossed then what

What would happen and what would be said

Would people care, would they say at last

Where is the bridge under which all that water has passed?

 

What is the risk and what is the gain

What has been said and what was left unsaid

left to dwell in the souls deep and left to stew

is it now reduced to a crust boiled dry?

is it now a tasteless dream and new things on the boil

or is the slow cooking just adding to the enjoyment

the savouring of something waited for so long

what will lead to what and where will that lead when got

 

life a joy a mix a bag of fun confusion, curiosity and exploration

and journey with unexpected beauty at every turn

paths lead forward and back to where you came

but face the future and enjoy the moment

as it is the crucible of the rest of time…….