Coming

See the sure truth that now conspires, Move that sane proof in grand attire. Live this new day with laughter dear, Love comes to play with message clear. Sense joy profound that fills your soul, Be sight and sound in passage whole. Wit sings of pun when jest greets joy, Feast where you run as quest meets ploy. Time fills the space with mortal grief, Heart seeds the trace of feelings brief. Too soon the wick blown with the wind, Moments now tick away unseen. Coming feeds time as going will, Static the rhymes that cannot fill. By these sad shores the tragic toils, Lust gathers more of foreign spoils. All seems in vain if you must know, Empty these gains that empty shows. Leon Enriquez 20 April 2015 Singapore