The days in
presence ingested their birth
Diluting age into
an elixir of self worth
While the hours lashed
about the days
Like tragic
souls lost in tormented plays;
If the oddness
was any stranger -
Time’s hammers
would clangor
As the shadows of
solitude encroach
And chaos whispers
for the torch
To enlighten the
darkness away as a long night
Awaits nascent sleep
- disguised in a mask of fright
I feel a soothing
touch replenish the maddening sense
That the skies
are so deep that the stars have lost tense
For time will
forget all sins at dawn’s grace
And forgive the solitude
in the strangeness - with a blank face.
