New voices where do you come from?
The winds blow, I do not now your source
You take me with you in spite of my will
My journey lost, who directs my course?
Not love, not life, nor death itself
A fallen feather, its calamity unfolds
I am here today, am I gone tomorrow?
Where, when, and who cast the final molds
Some fly high disappear spines of their backs
Others come crashing down to pieces and die
What destiny awaits my journey’s acts?
Who writes my final lines –is it really I?
“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero”
Horace words fall deft to all waxed ears
Youth ambition blinds the daylight bats
Lonely nights shed fates' fallen fears
I leave the Gods out from this equation
Math and algebra not my strongest token
My beating heart the rhyming question
I held up my lute, all strings brittle broken
“What remains of us is love”
Such love foretold the-my fool’s gold -
I went knocking on its doors to yield
Its triple chains blackened with mould
I fess up, I confess, this is my test
Sand from the beach edge never recovers
Feet and tide do their random cleansing
Wave rage new prints erase old lovers
January 10, 2013--
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013--