The lady’s sorrow

hark worldly man of unending toil
where is it ye hasten with heart hardened
away from ye withering parched garden
away from the sun and the soil

know ye not the limits of the universe or earth’s core
of the self and the soul, hearken the celestial bodies
moving away and away into a thinning starry veil
entwined no more, marooned on desolate shore

faint are the mournful pleas of ye loved ones
calling as ever vainly come home to hearth and heart
at day’s end alone on fine feathery pillow
the pityful sobs of wingless sparrow

poem by Vyg Fynbos 2004