Odes, Ending Of An Age - Poem by Captain Cur
In this the newfound pleasure that I share
writing odes to sun, sea and wind;
dark midnight bares
where stars in their black ocean swim
with steady faithful eye they brightly stare
upon me their guest. My heavenly host
with beauteous face
they fast approach
and give their light to me
regardless of my caste or place.
hope’s eternal glow
influences that remain
quilted patterns sown on endless breeze
shaped according to their name,
twelve signs embrace the sea
newly risen for each human birth,
I, a small shadow watch their show,
revolve round those
who live to warm the frigid earth.
Daylight’s dawn displays passing of the sun
within her fingers, rays
point hours of the day;
my life is measured by her fiery tears
her revolutions age me with short years,
my choices I become;
free me now from all my stifling fears
remind me of the battles I have won
relive the youthful passions of the young
rejoice in me unburdening my cares.
Can newfound thoughts redeem
what ails me
with the true mind of alchemy?
If life is but a dream
what clever newness to each scene
that sets the stage
the curtain raised, the curtain falls
the ending of an age?
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