Epitome

Heed then that deep feel as muse brings kind poise, Know then that time tells of old times now gone; Strains of pain reveal a sure trail of voice, Listen as thought dwells upon those past dawns. Stay your moody mind on these present shores, Lift the light that blooms odd fickle fancy; The lonely moon finds space for even more, Delight forsakes gloom in feeling crazy. Purge that dreadful fear with laughter's warm cheer, Know this transient space where noise galore dwells; Let your mind see clear that sure impulse here, Do you see a face of love in kind tell? Here the shadows fall to hide that sure light, Bear such bitter gall yet keep keen your sight. Leon Enriquez 18 February 2017 Singapore