Harmony
In the bivouac field of life's main
All things are uncertain
From the wide spread of the elms
'Til the motion of the films.
A life's solemn swear
Is not to let the tear
Drop in vainless mortality
Nor fall on cup of insanity.
In the belfries of life
Clangs of pains and joys unite
Through out the coldness of the night
By the reflections of the eyes.
A chaotic world in vain full realms
Announcing its awful psalms
In myriad times it broke
Divinity of peace if took.
Time is fleeting
Things are changing
As the days that closeth at nights
So the harmony within its heights..
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2015
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