Thro’ life’s looking glass
Time in Africa had elapsed
With rhythms of ups and downs
In geometrical patterns.
Time will soon come –
The poet heard the tweet
From a white dove –
An Aeolian breeze will
Refresh you.
At times tenderness still recalls
‘Awakening hearts’
Left behind to the sounds
Of a melancholic bard.
To the Great Wheel of Heavens
A life’s story of any human
Is a sand corn in the
Namib Desert.
From the skies
Glistening like black diamonds
A wet cabaret of words
Like rain is falling.
More than a generation ago
A freshman captain of art
Set out to exotic lands
Sailing the Seven Seas.
Stranded at the sanctuary
Of Poseidon’s temple
His old life’s skin rests
Now in Arcadian soil.
The power of vivid
Apollonian thoughts
The beauty of great
Goddesses
Leads an eternal life
All on its own.
Love’s ultimate powers
Will always remain
The spirit’s reviving fount
Of youth.
SPIRIT.TIRISP
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.