A tug from beneath the murky waters
Dare he succumb to his dreaded mortars - for again
They pound him – not
SUCH lovely respite amongst jaded yonders
IN MAGNIFICENT stance the ol’ man flounders
DELIGHT knows no bounds abound the flairs
‘TIS LIFE of light ‘round Heaven’s stairs,
Oh if willingly ‘tis be gone
But make no haste, our ages yawn
Cower amidst the dark, must May
For no dandelion turnst the grey skies gay
With wit and will no tides can turn,
Oh must thy heart heavenward yearn, - but
NOW starry dews tinker the vastness
ONCE vermillion glow’d farewell dimmed
GOLDEN pondered the mightiest minds
NOR ROYAL wave controlled such SPLENDOUR
Brimming with mirth split equal fair,
Thine goblet jewel-stud in empty glamour
Deep buried within the earthen cries
His heart pounds to the demon’s tries.

What ‘tis ink that makes a shell of a man?
What power hath it for no wit can quell?

On yesterday’s ships long gone, a memory,
Denounces his sincerity
If only he’d –
Run
If only his breath –
Away.

07.02.2020