So begins catch-up poem number 2…
Allow me this
That I might find
Within the swirling winds of time
Allow me but a moment to
Listen, hear what the Fates will do
So begins catch-up poem number 2…
Allow me this
That I might find
Within the swirling winds of time
Allow me but a moment to
Listen, hear what the Fates will do
It seems I’m quite behind! Poems incoming!
White blankets the ground
And all the sounds are muted
Cold reigns over all
I wash my hands
I rinse my eyes
I trim my hair
I sleep away the day
Yet that which I touched
That which I saw
That which polluted all my being
Remains
As at the dawn we see the rising sun
O’er new horizons we could not foresee
But to that brightest orb we must now run
We cannot merely wait for what will be
Let it be renewed
Take all that has gone rotten
Let it be renewed
Words fail me
When I stand in awe
Of the universe
Of the sun
Of the earth
Words fail me
When I stand in awe
Of our folly
Of our sins
Of the wretched wages of mankind’s actions
I ache for all the times and places where
The world is not so fast, not so cruel
Where I could breathe the pure and untouched air
The earth not yet undone by kings and fools
I wait in the dark
Between joy and renewal
Where time does not touch
As if in peaceful slumber do I sit and listen well
To all the sounds about me that I often fail to hear
The music of the forest and the somber notes that knell
When we turn our ears to all but what’s near
Speak not to me of riches or
The weight of ordered life