Saturday, January 30, 2016
Time Of My Years
I had the time of my years,
Owning glories far-reaching,
Feeding on the inner tastes,
Keeping ceremony after ceremony.
I saw a guide to my soul that learns,
I saw a guest that finds ideas.
I had the time of a year and one month,
Feeding on frenzy as a fanatic.
This time of clothing was a bitter taste
Of death, the suits supremely kept.
One saw a midnight fever,
One of these ferocious ideas attained
Acts of earthquake and seismic activity.
Then my guide understood
And this much was understood,
And this much was understood.
Topic(s) of this poem: time