Of Kings And Fools Poem by Fernando Ayala

here I am at the cusp

of kings and fools

staring agape

at the grand designs and tools

used by countless souls

to snare their dreams

flowing in streams

from the chaos of life



i pore,

i grasp,

i test,

but none of them

can catch these

simple dreams of mine.



so here i weep

in the clutch of kings and fools

screaming in the dark

amidst these callow boors

chafing at these roles

with paths to false dreams

flowing in streams

from the chaos of life



a simple house by the sea

to shelter me

and a family to weave

a melody of tranquility

by the sun,

by the moon,

by the stars,

by the forces

that be,

i pray that these be granted me.