PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As it falls the sky asks the earth

If this cascade of fine rebirth

The fire of ideas that catch a man's eye

Hastens the flow of time's rude fly



As we flee the entire idea of change

Deranged whispers of love and not an inch

Of happy angels chorousing in man's eye

Fastens our fate as time,  shrewd,  lies



Has the fear of darkness cost our souls

The path firey light under mistaken toes

Clinging to sunset's rocks cast into man's eye

Last dance before the melting times away fly



Past in this race toward gentle skill-less words

The tense and timbre of meaningless soft swords

Thos gods of fame and fast mouth amongst I

Begins again time's furious goodbye