A Poem For A Poem

Brightest amongst stars Purest amongst mornings Holiest amongst evenings But he was the only sun And he was the only moon Lighting day and night In every heart, in every heart Flowers shedding tears Trees shedding leaves Birds stopped singing Temple bells stopped ringing Along the path Between heaven and earth Amidst the chanting of Ram nam Not in a day of autumn But it was a day of spring That chose his home coming Toward evening, toward night After giving his heart to all dissolved unto dust The sun may perish and the moon wane But always in our heart you will remain I have nothing to give you my dear Only a handful of roses and ocean of tears Dropping down Until I see you in heaven