ONE MORE ADIEU

will this facade of calmness
(which beautifully conceals
the inner turmoil)
see me through
this vicissitudinous path
whats-its-name…
…life ?
this endless tale
of meetings, partings?
and in between,
the ephemeral something -
beautiful while it lasts
tormenting when over,
and leaving behind,
a dried river-bed ...
i guess,
if agony
and ecstasy,
and pleasure and pain
and rest of the opposites
must remain
together,
i too should give up
resisting,
and bow down to nature.
the conflicts
i realize
will remain...