Glory & Death Poem by Precious U.

I let wonder on yonder Street,
In search of that between existence,
A source, a clear picture yet unknown,
A substantial but without form.

As I traverse between parallax worlds,
Seeking that diamond in the rough,
The King's stone, the King's glory,
Time, like all things beautiful 'tis gone.

The olive tree stood there at the centre,
The apple of man's eye,
Virtue and value in crimson colour,
Time once more a man's prison.

What's lost, what's gained?
Summer comes and summer goes,
A wheel never ending,
And death the end of glory.