Slow
Casually striding alone in the dark
a figure emerges, feeling languid breezes
wistfully as the coming fall creeps, it is
clear a year has left its mark.
Death will again take its toll
filling graves to be covered with snow
leaving only a bare, all-white stage
that even renewed has grown weary with age.
advancing, with wind at the back
the only thing left is to take a dive
immerse the world with blue green skies
distraction still has an uncanny knack.
over or under the bridge does not matter,
living off the shine of a silver platter
the continuing line of two steady hands
still doesn't shake in fear of foreign lands.
The target of the swill, like any other
decides to keep it up for grabs
toeing the line, no hint of a shudder
returning to the light, work is at every turn
only time can tell
of the ashes shed while it burns.
a figure emerges, feeling languid breezes
wistfully as the coming fall creeps, it is
clear a year has left its mark.
Death will again take its toll
filling graves to be covered with snow
leaving only a bare, all-white stage
that even renewed has grown weary with age.
advancing, with wind at the back
the only thing left is to take a dive
immerse the world with blue green skies
distraction still has an uncanny knack.
over or under the bridge does not matter,
living off the shine of a silver platter
the continuing line of two steady hands
still doesn't shake in fear of foreign lands.
The target of the swill, like any other
decides to keep it up for grabs
toeing the line, no hint of a shudder
returning to the light, work is at every turn
only time can tell
of the ashes shed while it burns.