Blue shades glued to
eyes,
Framing my lonely
loss,
Mixed up in the
seconds fuss,
My iron heart exposed
to rust.
Behind my shoulder,
lies the unforgiving snow boulder,
Beyond my eyes,
It’s wet, consuming a
soul’s slice,
Encompassed in my
bones,
Burns a chill, freezing thy
will,
Another moment flees,
There’s more, more
emptiness to fill.
Its time’s skill of
kill,
Empty yet natures
will,
Alas, ironies blanks thy fill,
In silence, into serendipity,
Where another day dawns,
Grass greener in lawns,
Where smile fades melancholy of clowns,
Tears held back for another dark night,
Winning the battle, but loosing the fight,
Another moment seemingly bright,Till another dusk,
In patience wait thy must,
For time shall come
back to pry,
To wet the cheeks,
widen the creeks,
Laying low, on knees
ready to bow,
In hope, in pain,To rise again, to
learn to grow.
