A Warm Fall Breeze

 

LOOK NOT FOR DEATH FOR SOON SHE WILL ARRIVE
THE DAY, THE HOUR, THE MINUTE SECOND
SWEET
NOR MOON NOR SUN NOR WIND NOR RAIN DEPRIVE
THE BODY PANDERS NOW, SOON WITH HER WE MEET

HOW TIME IS ONE THAT STEALS THE NIGHT DEVINE
OTHER SCOFF AND WASTE THE PRECIOUS
TIME  
FOR SOME TOO SOON THE REAPER FEEDS HIS WINE
OTHER FACE THE DAY BY BLADE,TWINE OR
CRIME


TIS THROUGH MY EYES I SEE HOW ALL
BECOMES
I SIT AND WATCH FROM CLOSE AND FAR
ALIKE
IN DARK I SIT AND LISTEN WITH
ALUM
WORKING EACH ONE WE TRY TO BUILD THE
DYKE
 

OF SEASONS, THE BEST TO ME IS
FALL
AND NOW I DIGEST, DEATH BECOMES US
ALL.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reflection is bittersweet. Sometimes it's like watching a movie through a window. The events repeat themselves and the outcome is always the same. Sanity unravels a little more with each new episode. Strength in our own being is sometimes all we have...so revel in it!!!

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patriciajj's picture

This is deliciously dark,

This is deliciously dark, pensive and wistful like many of my 3am thoughts but much more eloquent. Your notes really nailed the mood and the mindset. Beautifully composed and resonant. Enjoyed!