Fate's Prophecy
His young heart departed from
that adored town adorned by the September's frost,
wisked away by an uncaring father
whose extramarital affair
marred the family's harmony;
and his pretty mother drying away
his tears so innocent and warm,
to console him with a touch that had no haste!
That unspoken wish lingered avidly
through the saddened and turbulent years,
resisting to give in to languidness...
imagining, at night, each star gleaming
over his friend: the moon which went wandering
to find that little boy, who loved to listen to the tales
of warriors and heroes that defiantly
wouldn't fall out of the History books!
He went on living, but couldn't forget at all
what he left behind: a precious friend
even worthier than a treasure of gold;
and why had he to fulfill fate's prophecy in due time...
by sacrificing everything he wasn't willing to,
and opposing his will could have helped him turn the tide?
And as he grew older in foreign soil,
it all became clearer to him that truth had lost its virtue!
How could life deny him its fairness,
and make him choose at an age of fancifulness?
To have outgrown time had its disadvantage,
depriving him of a wonderful youth
not lived in spontaneousness
and to have the chance to dream by night,
and, by morning, wake up in a brighter light...
to pursue another dream into the sunset!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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