A setting sun, a reflected beam, an extinguished fire
Such that what is past - a yesterday to be reborn
In today's light - on a passing shadow lost on forlorndesire That is to reappear by a conjurer's trick - a piece of
mended fabric re-torn.
Words spoken in repetition as set pieces, a gameplayed
Countless times such that the known is the only outcome. Yet the tired rhetoric is declaimed as players on the stage stayed
Till the appointed hour, as passions spent are re-enacted -- tiresome.
On the holy parchment drawn are the sketches taken from the stonewall
That is built high and strong, penning the wide bluesky,
Where rafts of clouds float, as snowy peaks beyond the boundary re-call
The glimpses of a world yet to be seen from a loftyhigh.
Yet the act must be staged, for, that too is in thescript re- writ With bated fears and by drops of tears.
Now dreams untie, and go adrift
2 comments:
Woo hoo! You got a blog! And the layout is pretty...and the language is poetic!
:D
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