The Lake's myriad beings take a step back to reflect on what is to come while no one knows where the Bard of the ruba'i tarries or is he filled with remorse for what some think he has done...

The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Seven

The near-full Moon at night lit the lake up majestic proud
More than the fissioning Sun at noon could make out contours loud
Scurrilous exhausts tore down Her lush flanks and flustered chadors
Eyes peeled as Vollschlang curves of the Darling Dears bulged their shroud

A lone garden warbler perched on cutting curve of the Crescent
Over the tinted panes of the muezzin’s turret casement
Trilled kyrielles of cascading notes one upon the other
As if to notify the world of the essence of sacrament

And Lo! The gilded orange rays streaked through the soaking gloom
And caught the assembled crowds in a burning feverish bloom
Rings and shafts of stabbing ricochet lights pierced drooping eyes
To remind the colliding forces of self-benighting doom!

Those who would Our Sun pluck out of the sky to own
Must of needs also sweep up into their arms the Unknown:
Countless suns which burn and die through aeons of blinding light
Cannot yet make the Human Soul feel Man is not alone!

This need to feel secure in the bosom of the ONLY God
Is it the sickness of the Soul? Or the weakness of the Word?
Or the play of Light and Shade to keep the Truth well hidden
Far, far away from the Human Will to subvert the World!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014