Disruptive
And when I think of passing things,
Each in a link of endless flings...
How time moves on with a quick blur,
Where once upon a time stray slur...
When space finds void in poise and choice,
In a colloid of airy voice...
Where when and how merge distant spheres,
As here finds now habits of fear...
To notice late that forlorn feel,
The broken gate where fate reveals...
Too late, too soon when fate moves dash,
To surge of noon in midnight crash...
Fleeting fork road of chance and dare,
As burdens load the choking glare...
Disruptive yet the strains of change,
Yet we place bets on seizures strange...
Gone ere the moon bring sure regret,
In awkward croon of dying frets...
Here at last meet true grace most kind,
In soul most sweet with peace of mind...
And thus set free that happy flight,
That wholesome sea in dazzling light.
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2016
Singapore
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