Starlights

 

 

            We all so want to believe,

Yet passage of time brings more

To grieve.

     What wonders assail before two

And ten but then, the distant

Days bring a different score.

 

            Ascent in years

Beleaguers all but paupere’d

Souls – for with nothing there,

No wealth to bare, the hint of

Paradise fuels an aged gun.

 

            The fulgent fancy

Frequents thoughts in discontent;

An answer to a distant call

In rooms where mind begs

Deconstruction of surrounding

Walls

          And all’s well in the

Sparkle of a maddened eye

As slaves sacrificed, go by,

Ready to catch their fall,

One by one, their all!

 

            Boxes pass by the back

Door, heavy within the hour,

And flowers are never in short

Supply, kin cry, unsure of suspending

New beliefs, but with one foot

Tethered in the past, release will

Never come.

 

            The future talks,

Gives hint they’ll walk again, whispers;

 

            Celebrate their life,

            Linger not upon their passing,

            For in time,

            When here is now,

            And now is all your fond tomorrows,

            You will;

                        Let Go!

 

Michael J Waite 24^th August 2007