A Recall
A RECALL
On that vale of thorn
Abreast we ambled.
Un-frazzled, to the hawthorn
We held.
Though a twinge we felt the
Haw we sought, and heyday we
Dreamed of.
Out of vague future luminous dreams
We hewed.
Though nadir soared, and hope in the
Depth of sea of dark fate brawled to emerge,
But with verve cocooned in glaring dreams,
Firmly on the path to heyday by grass of murk
Overgrown we trod.
On the base of that
Mount of haze for light
We groped.
Undaunted by the baleful eyes of
Haze, stoic steps we made, isle of heyday
Bound un-petrified.
Though by gale of futility like a chaff buffeted,
And sullenness our dreams enshrouded, but
The shadow of vagueness to mettle must falter,
For a bright dawn it heralds when the night
Dour becomes.
On an oasis,
In solitary now I walk,
Under a leafy bough, in
Sobriety now I sit mount of haze
Now humbled, gale of futility now serene
And the isle of heyday now my haven.
But mortality,
My mirth with it’s ravenous
Canine impaired, and everyday as the
Sun rises for a glimpse of your face in
Solitariness I yearn.
But in delusion I bask, for gone, gone
Eternally you are and your apparition in
My psyche etched, only left for my
Companion to be.
But home truth
I must not evade,
Home time for you it was,
For home sick you said you were
Held in the paw of death, torn by the
Lethal canine of death, in the gizzard of
Death you eroded.
From dust you came.
To dust you returned.
For you, in deluge of tears I swim.
Goodbye, sweet companion.
Copyright © Marvel Godwyn | Year Posted 2011
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