Tuesday, July 14, 2015


12 am, 1 am, 2 am, drowning
Into the valley
Of the brother of,

3 am, 4 am, 5 am, laughing
Joke's on the awoken
And the not sleepy, still

Under starlight, before first dawn
The speakers first born
Fearing naught, ere demons roamed

Before cities, before tall walls
A treaty with the wolves
And grace
Their only safety

4 am, 4 am, 4 am - onward?
Living in the shadow of dawn

End of an old age
World turns, anew
Send out the wise page
Proclaiming prince's peace

Do you remember
When we were young, and fools?
In that dream, in that world
We fled dreams and dawns, both

Shall we be old, and foolish still?
Has our wisdom grown so
To keep us unwise?

1 comment:

With Respect to X said...

You is you, because you listened.

Of you, I ask forgiveness - I was so unskilled at listening.