Vicissitudes Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

Behold these sweet waters
Traveling upon beautiful rocks and reeds
Singing chants of peace and serenity
Smoothly descending through the eyes of those that majestically
Search for the hidden purity of soul.

My gaze wonders secretly at the lessons
Through which we seek to gently envision
And forever kiss our inner immaculate aspirations
On the altar of Love’s vicissitudes
Marked with Time’s unique intelligence
On these camps of earthly circumstances
That each soul receives its due.

My imaginings
My desires
My pain
My joy
My sufferings
My quest
My thoughts
My fate
My hopes and dreams
Have made me the character I ought not to be
But I smile and gladly remember that nothing
Of the outside world can fill the tanks of my divinity.
Who can time the seconds of Time’s tyrannies
Without groveling to its external prime and orders?