Requiem

"Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like the barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands." --Ralph Waldo Emerson Tonight a mournful wind is blowing an endless lament, accosting me like the sudden gust that swept hope away. Wind was once a willing consort; our careless love echoing like laughter upon it-- before the jealous blast of world war demolished you. How the dreary years have passed, leaving infant dreams to the incessant whorls of time.