Time and tide waits for none
Or so I’ve been told by the moon and the Sun,
The lazy hours that idles the day and the night
Living in my sub-consciousness,
I’m eternal with the light.
The beginning of the end
Commences the birth of the death,
The army of angels laments the magic dust
Right through the means of stealth.
The skymud deathkills the paranoid candy
The temptations of the dark and the whispers of sandy.
The funky ghost lip sings the testimony of the holy
I heard the Martian speak, in tongues of the past glory.
All is lost and lost within
And within the lost is the story of the new,
Close your eyes and breathe the light
And hear the divinity sing about me and you.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.