Voices and longing

Voices and Longing

They heard the voices
In their own spaces
At different places
In Space and Time

Voices that spoke
Of magical places
Of peace and freedom
Of love and harmony

Everyone heard it
Or so they thought
And wondered yet
Why it was unspoken

They asked the elders
In the naivete of youth

What the voices meant
And what was expected of them

T'was a blessing and a curse
They were mysteriously told
Meant for the quiet of mind
And the pure of the heart

Between the two worlds
There appeared a one day
A bridge that a few could see
And the voices called
Through the shrouded mists

The first step was taken
And the destination reached
The voices within, resonated
With the voices without

And two became one
As nature meant them to be

The hard land rejoiced
At being pummeled by the sea
Now crashing and hammering
Almost brutally at the rocks
Now enveloped softly, In their warm embrace

Light as a feather
Gentle as the wind

The fat bumblebee
Smiled lazily too
As it teased the nectar
From the fragrant
Petalled rose

We sucked the joyously
Of the juicy mangoes
And emerged from the water melons
Our faces sticky with their juice

Till one day
When the violence erupted
And the sacred place
Reduced to rubble in a blink

They ran as one,
From this place of anger
Climbed higher still
And went their separate ways

The voices buried
Beneath the rubble
Of time and trouble
And yet sometimes

On a quiet night
Between the howling of the coyote
And the roaring of the winds
When others shiver

They smile to themselves
And are comforted to know
Perhaps someone, somewhere
Still hears the voices