He turns and glances back at the shadows
That prey upon him when the mind ticks away
At the night’s endless pace;
While, the moon stares out in full face.
This is when solitude must have him
Alone for eternity; a stolen place.
Age stirs him with doubts of grace
As his body and mind bend and break with change;
What were once beautiful dreams
Blossomed now - into twisted screams
Awakening the angels and beasts
That rule his undefined soul – it seems.
Listen, the
beasts have something to teach:
That without darkness there are angels
With wings of kindness
To sooth away mother’s hardness
And bring forth dawn’s kind of blue
The keeps hidden the moments of less.
