The day slips away
it wouldn't bother
to say--
'see you tomorrow'
nor 'goodbye'
the moral--
time and I
always the 'twain'
but me it's too keen
to deny
with words:
' that person
claims me a friend
and confidant
I think he does lie
for to none
do I belong
I'm no one's keeper
just an indifferent passer-by'
its tone is
harsh
contemptuous
incriminating
abrasive
and dry
am I
the trouble
that separates
myself
from life
or is it
but a trickster
bouncing its *****
of promised hopes
seducing me
right before my very
eye?
but no longer
am I
a child
to be beguiled
I'll stand
my ground
(while time
and life slip by)
in my resoluteness
ready
for a good
and
uncompromising fight
I won't forgo
my living right
I'll go beyond
myself
I'll reach
for the sky
and my words
of freedom
and fearlessness
write
upon its face:
'a man is born
to live
and must learn
to death defy
and invent
his own wings
to fly
where his heart leads
to lands wet
or dry
to every height
and no sky
will be too high'
I'll not hide
behind a curtain
nor construct
a wall
or fortress
least of all
would I retreat
to a lonely corner
my tears to dry
born alone
I'll seek no ally
if I stretch out
my heart
to the splendour
of love
to beauty's wonder
if my lips
are warm
kiss-ready
I'd have had
a foretaste of
life's honey
the grandest feast
I'd have dined
the day
would slip away
and me
it would envy
in its loss of words
I'd be left alone
in a world I've carved
and now I call my own
I've created
my own
bon nuit
and bonjour.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
The day slips away
it wouldn't bother
to say--
'see you tomorrow'
nor 'goodbye'
the moral--
time and I
always the 'twain'
but me it's too keen
to deny
with words:
' that person
claims me a friend
and confidant
I think he does lie
for to none
do I belong
I'm no one's keeper
just an indifferent passer-by'
its tone is
harsh
contemptuous
incriminating
abrasive
and dry
am I
the trouble
that separates
myself
from life
or is it
but a trickster
bouncing its *****
of promised hopes
seducing me
right before my very
eye?
but no longer
am I
a child
to be beguiled
I'll stand
my ground
(while time
and life slip by)
in my resoluteness
ready
for a good
and
uncompromising fight
I won't forgo
my living right
I'll go beyond
myself
I'll reach
for the sky
and my words
of freedom
and fearlessness
write
upon its face:
'a man is born
to live
and must learn
to death defy
and invent
his own wings
to fly
where his heart leads
to lands wet
or dry
to every height
and no sky
will be too high'
I'll not hide
behind a curtain
nor construct
a wall
or fortress
least of all
would I retreat
to a lonely corner
my tears to dry
born alone
I'll seek no ally
if I stretch out
my heart
to the splendour
of love
to beauty's wonder
if my lips
are warm
kiss-ready
I'd have had
a foretaste of
life's honey
the grandest feast
I'd have dined
the day
would slip away
and me
it would envy
in its loss of words
I'd be left alone
in a world I've carved
and now I call my own
I've created
my own
bon nuit
and bonjour.