Writing’s
on
the
wall

Bold
and
stark -
indelible

Plain
for
all
to
see

.
Trace the suns
that traverse the skies

Follow the moons
that try to keep pace

Count the ticks
that strike my clock

For you are the numbers
to the rest of my days

.

Words from the maker,
we hardly could ever hear,

Bereft of love and attention,
we see the diminishing concern and care.

We still pour our hearts
into this bastion we’ve held so dear.

But, alas, the kingdom and subjects,
have fallen into neglect and disrepair.

You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away

Like a paper crane

Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry

And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly

The shards of fallacies
of the past souls
await, the robust
youth.

The shards impale them,
as their boiling
young blood,
stands witness,

To the reminiscence
of the fallacies.