Wednesday, April 20, 2016


And while the future pauses
I turn to devour the past
For in a glimmer of wisdom
Comes this thought
My days are now made
Not ever to fail in desire
But only in their intent
In dreams that now grey
All my execution of hope
Fades ever towards illusion
And the prideful damage of greed
May now seek a ruin elsewhere
For I shall stay here now
A little more the humbler
To feel alive only in the sun
Among the scents of life
That spring delivers sweetly
Among the now rising days