The Mist Settled

Here I am in a deep grave and engraving tears,
Yet heaven knows, we should not be ashamed of our tears,
As they are the rain to the blinding dust of the earth,
Of the underlying hurt in our hearts,
We change and change yet again and again,
It’s been too deep, too far and too late to go back,
I stand here in the deepness of the sheer gratitude and most gentle,
I come raining love and mercy to all, young and old alike.
I preach peace and mostly inner peace,
Hatred the magnitude in difference of competent love and passion,
The generous hand of death, the beginning of life too,
I am not puzzled, but baffled with the life gun muzzle,
In this life drizzle, I beg to differ,
Was it Pip or the devil?
Both stand same in the theatre made mode,
Only I and you to make a clear distinctions,
A perfect choice for a perfect match,
Don.t bespeak neither belittle,
For life is the utmost fundament of death.
The mist settled, suddenly risen now,
And the world lay spread before me.