TIERCE DE PICARDIE – A Requiem

Nosano Kikhi
 
A little jar was I
Holding tales of your pain
Even when the sands of time
Had ground pearls out of your wounds
Life dealt unfairly with you, I believed.

You said, and lived by - 
‘All pretty things are not always true
But all true things are always beautiful’
The music around you was not always
Intelligent nor intelligible nor true

That conclusive week of your life (who knew)
Perhaps my best too
For we were laughing in Father’s house
He was singing over us
We had both become children again.
The King has the last word, they say
(His daughters have the last laugh)

Should have seen that one coming...
Minor chords paving way for a major shift
A tierce de Picardie
You entered peacefully.

(In memory of Late Nini Lungalang on her birthday October 9)

 



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