Any Moment From Now Poem by Adams King

Down here have this soul sojourn
dusk to dawn so wearisome
Awaiting that day of final lament
For the eyes of my age are somnolent

Soon shall this shrivelled soil be blown
Away into a palace of life's disowns
And like stars lost in the waking day
So shall I be gone far far away

Like the vanishing breath of a candle plume
Inescapable of a life foredoomed
For the dainty dance of life must end
Where no music nor murmurs are heard

But a sober silence of a solitary soul
Guided by mystical men yet unknown
Where every sons of Adam must ride
To be bride, beloved by the lasting betide

There belong we from Genesis to that gloom
Born as victims, prey to an unexpected groom
So, prepared I must be to wear that gown
To be engaged any moment from now.