ACCORD        
 
Brief sensation,
between pleasure 
and pain,  a
shrapnel rock 
on the soft
wet sand.
 
Memories 
cascade from
distant valleys,
hypodermic,
water finds 
it's own way
(even in darkness)
 
A faint sound 
of your footsteps
on the suspended
bridge.  Slight
vibration and 
stillness again.
 
Let the 
mountains hide
their remorse
in the snow.
 
Hibernation
will not heal
the wounds of
a pulsating 
star, neither
shall it
prolong the
life of a falling 
meteor. 

Tariq Masoud's Questions:

1. I would like general comments on this poem.

2. Does it convey any sense or message ?