Happy like a newborn star, alive infused with galactic war,
All nestled in an eagles nest, my heart and mind still at their best.
Bring me wine of God’s from stories old,
Stories not yet heard or told.
And drink the fire that burns within,
Igniting desire and euphoric whim.
Untill the swiftness dies and children cry.
Tick tock, time won’t stop.
The clock is always off.
It chimes at only 1 o’clock.
Alone, forlorn I cough.
The end is near, is what I hear.
Sitting on a rock.
The flames are dead, there is no bread.
My mind and soul I scoff.
Except I hear the tone of love,
It sang like embers glow,
Relight the stove and in my cave,
The mistress sows and sows.
- Author: RSM (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2024 06:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 24
Comments1
This poem has a feel of antiquity. It takes one back through time, but mentions that time keeps going on. There is a sense of urgency with it as well. Nicely written.
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