Creature of the dark, Creeping behind the silhouette of night,
Plummeting your teeth in earthly flesh,
Craving crimson streams running through fresh veins.
Sipping at souls of mortal beings,
Eternally seeking to quench thy thirst,
Cold heart, not one beat left,
Plagued immortality of the living dead.
Shedding goodness, flaking deceit,
Forever beset to shun the sun,
Infinity fade with a piercing stake,
Driven into your lifeless chest.
***
© Sherine Meshad, 4 Jan 2006
Happy children playing ball,
A joyous image for one to hold.
But playing in cemetery grounds?
Where restless souls can now be found?
Children of five and six I saw,
Making cheery noises, that children do.
Driving by the scene, lost in thought,
The image struck me, socked me to the core.
Our hearts have grown quite cold with time,
Children begging in streets, doesn’t strike me down.
But amazement grows in this heart of mine
At joyous children in the cemetery ground
***
© Sherine Meshad, 4 Jan 2006
I’ve seen the world
Or maybe I strive to see it
Perhaps I just glimpsed the world
And all the wonders in it
I never said I traveled the world
Though my passport is stamped of it
Traveling to places around the world
I’ve got the pictures to prove it
But really seeing the world
Involved … being a part of it
I’d like to be a person of the world
But a local of a country can’t be it
***
© Sherine Meshad, 20 Oct 2005
I drew a picture of you in mind
One that doesn’t age, grow or change
I painted you with the colours of the past
Bright, bold colours of a distant youth
The picture gave me comfort varying times
For nothing is constant but fortunes unpredictability
Weathering hard times, is so much easier
With the option of retreat into the magnificent past
But times have changed, and so have I
My skin is much thicker than it use to be
In my heart I know, your picture is just a ghost of time gone by
And so I bid you farewell and go on with my life
***
© Sherine Meshad, 5 Oct 2005
