I Like To Believe In Reincarnation

i imagine a room
and you are alone,
i do not like to hear a sound of weeping,

do not
weep,

silence is more decent,
it wears the fabric of dignity

a suffering with dignity
the one with eyes that stare at the incoming death
without blinking

the courage of blood corpuscles
that keeps on circulating despite the inevitability of an
ending

there is a travel that has no destination
if we choose to

it is like changing clothes
because we believe in the series of occasions

some wise guys call it a cycle

now, tomorrow, tonight
early morning
noon, the fading of the sun
the shining moments
of little glories

we must believe this
in order not to be shocked by constant endings

it is like a window
where from time to time we set aside
a silk fabric
with tiny embroidered flowers

we open it
when we like it

and when we are tired
we close it

just that.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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