Life of timeless moments!
We wait everyday
Living in empty pleasure
Of our strange society,
For the end.
As eyes shall learn of age
In the years of uncertain future
Wet glasses on brown pages,
Burnt leaves from a lost journal
Shall return to life.
"Tearful eyes when looked at the stars
Never knew when they would come down."
Derelict are the gates
We enter life through;
And Fate arrests this ever-going
Strangeness of life
And sends us to some lost heaven.
Remembrance of some lost significance
Breeds memories spent with
Old friends;
Like March they come,
And like December they depart.
Round we go about this world of contradiction
On a rudderless ship of cards
Sailing where the wind takes us,
Lost in the ghastly seas
Or reaching the oceans to drown
Or reaching our own door
All over again.
I am sick of the dull consequences
Of blunt imagination!
Holding the sun in your hand
Or being afraid to step outside.
And even now:
There are children
In closed houses
Within closed walls
Who the fear the sound of thunder.
September, 2012.
We wait everyday
Living in empty pleasure
Of our strange society,
For the end.
As eyes shall learn of age
In the years of uncertain future
Wet glasses on brown pages,
Burnt leaves from a lost journal
Shall return to life.
"Tearful eyes when looked at the stars
Never knew when they would come down."
Derelict are the gates
We enter life through;
And Fate arrests this ever-going
Strangeness of life
And sends us to some lost heaven.
Remembrance of some lost significance
Breeds memories spent with
Old friends;
Like March they come,
And like December they depart.
Round we go about this world of contradiction
On a rudderless ship of cards
Sailing where the wind takes us,
Lost in the ghastly seas
Or reaching the oceans to drown
Or reaching our own door
All over again.
I am sick of the dull consequences
Of blunt imagination!
Holding the sun in your hand
Or being afraid to step outside.
And even now:
There are children
In closed houses
Within closed walls
Who the fear the sound of thunder.
September, 2012.
