Void of Progression

There is no destiny too small “For all the world’s a stage” And we all have parts to play Too many minds are in a cage They can’t hear what their hearts are trying to say Mirrored images reflect silent Shadows in the night The dying of the light, too violent To be captured in the conscious sight But small wonders that should astound Go by and by unnoticed And die with out a sound Candle wax that drips and falls On the tattered pages of my book A picture image of enchantment That is permitted not a second look But holds more beauty than a rose that thrives Though that faded majesty survives If only in my memory The honored heroes trapped in stone As if saints and angels dare to weep Their holy congregation born Of promises no man could keep For beauty in it’s modern form Consists of statues in the storm For there in lies a nature dark Of which we dare not speak Tiny frailties leave no mark Nor no glory seek Poverished light that can not gleam For the penalties we owe And lies in the dark, afraid to dream But as we beckon, will not go