The pivot point of time is now.
When anything potentially
can step on stage and take a bow.
The past is gone beyond recall,
I shall greet the day
in my normal way
Rise from my bed and go
as is natural
I was so trustingly naïve.
Too young and foolish to believe.
That though she promised paradise
all of her promises were lies.
I am cast out, condemned to be
a wanderer in the wilderness
with every man my enemy.
My only crime was to express.
Now is the hour when night takes flight
and dawn breaks into pearly light.
Before the sun has risen high
Now is the hour of mystery.
Upon this man I’ve cast my spell.
He is forever bound to me
I know he loves me I can tell.
My soul is sick, soon I will die
I seek the comfort of the grave.
Because I dare to stand alone
they look at me suspiciously
It is as if they’ve never known
they could act independently.
Death conquers all: None can defy
his clarion call all must obey.
He names the time the place the day
the very minute that we die.
A spider web bedecked with dew.
The early morning sun shines through.
Creates a tapestry of light.
A work of art in its own right.