Futures Past I
Dark bright Full of hours of midnight
Casting shards hard and dark
into futures past nothing
will last time slips away
fast casting thoughts
back as the plate cracks
Shatters all crumbles to dust
broken at last in desolation’s
aftermath as night gathers
in her past dark light of a new moon
in the wee hours morn
after night comes
from the east dusky winds
full of futures past comes
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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