Passing Through Haze

Let's go together
over the moon.
Death to death in
economy of tears.

God blessed―
in songs of violets, the
peonies bloom,
in full glare of white and pink.

Being to unbeing
I will wait for the shooting
stars. A grace, the poise
plummeting into pine trees.

We will return
one day to our sadness,
unraveling the truth of life
and secrets of hidden pains.

Satish Verma