The Bucket List

I should have gone to touch the ocean

And watch the golden sun disk rise

Above the line of the horizon

In this one life at least one time;

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I should have let white winds embrace me

Up on the sharpest mountain peaks;

I should have dared Saharan heat to melt me

As I chased after desert ghosts and visions;

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I should have learned forbidden spells and curses

And in my heart reforged them into prayers;

I should have fought, not run, from battles;

I should have bled, and won, and lost;

/

I should have easier abandoned

Those who would waste a second of my life,

I should have easier surrendered,

And watched with calm the passing of my hours;

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I should have doubled and returned

Each smallest gift I have been granted;

I should have used up every breath that

I did not know the worth of till tonight;

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Tonight it is too late to travel

To see the sun spread wings over the sea;

Tonight’s no time to climb a mountain

For tonight it is monsoon season;

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Tonight all desert jinns are sleeping

A sleep no human can disturb;

Tonight no witch, no ghost, no demon

Need teach me: by myself I’ll learn

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That fights are only for the living,

That blood, victories and defeats

Are merely clouds, forever crossing

The skies above the river Styx;

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I fidget in my empty pockets:

What little that I had is gone;

All I have left is but two coins

To pay the ferryman Charon

The Gift of Nothing

A gift of nothing from no one

Awaits me deep in the forest

Of withered trees and dry foliage,

Of echoes of long-dead songs

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I look across the glass river,

The banks of which are my playground,

Whose liquid glass is my water,

Whose changing name is unknown

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I look across at the forest,

Waiting for the gliding ferry

To come and dock at my threshold

So I could welcome Him home

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He brings me voices of strangers

And coins from faraway countries;

He tells me stories of people,

Whom only He could have known

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He says one day he will give me

My gift of nothing from no one,

And on that day He will tell me

The river’s name and His own

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Isola_dei_Morti_IV_%28Bocklin%29.jpg

P.S.: Something to listen to if you liked the poem

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isle_of_the_Dead_%28Rachmaninoff%29