At The Dawn of My Time
The Light shone so brightly it blinded my sight
But with its warmth and promise of opportunity
I reveled in the notion of optimism and its delight
He lurked behind my back
Staying out of my site, I hardly knew He was there
Silently watching, waiting, looking over my shoulder
But in my youth, I barely had a care
At the Meridiem of My Time
I thrived, as I was powerful and strong
My senses keen, my focus unwavering
I felt invincible and could do no wrong
I barely gave Him a thought
I became curious once, but He could not be found
Then I caught a glimpse of Him … under my feet
Triumphant, I was sure a new King had been crowned
But now, in the Twilight of My Time
I struggle to make sense of it all
What once seemed to be victory
I now see was the pride before the fall
And now He looms in front of me
Every moment His presence is known
And as those who have gone before me
I know I must face Him alone
As He outstretches His arms
And the last flicker of light is done
His darkness consumes me
And, forever, we are One
Not specific this God beyond understanding
Said Elihu to Job long ago.
Outstretches all classification,
Not bound by identity one or another,
Bigger than any holy publication,
God above definition of those who made God
Pleasing to themselves, that is,
A gender-ascribed Bronze Age tribal god of war
Unable to deliver from foreign control who
Now saves only souls who believe such a thing.
Not specific this God beyond understanding
Said Elihu to Job long ago.
Outstretches all classification,
Not bound by identity one or another,
Bigger than any holy publication,
God above definition of those who made God
Pleasing to themselves, that is,
A gender-ascribed Bronze Age tribal god of war
Unable to deliver from foreign control who
Now saves only souls who believe such a thing.
It takes all the time
But never seize to restart
I’m reminded by continuality
Even though it outstretches the thought
And here comes astonishment
When a halt is put on course
Then it looms and decorates the face
Uncertainty prowls closer
How weak we judge when to act
Every last one abide to pay
The time loan given from start
And last straws will be drawn
When ticktock fades away
Oh death knell takes a pose
And seraph plays a part to make us glad
The road is numbered with a calling.
But i wonder when we all wear out
And deplete with the egg we dwell in
Then we think again
Does time really make sense?
Or is life just a bully we must accept?
As I sit alone
in the empty field
With only my dreams
A mountain outstretches
it arms to hug me
Its lips, to gently kiss
my tearstained cheek
Birds hum sad, sad songs
Of loves lost in time
Bring forth all the memories
I've tried hard to push
from my mind
Beauty surrounds me
Encircles me in a loving
touch
But still, all I wish for
Is you
It is always the same
You here with me
You to end my pain.
amidst suns orbage
eagle outstretches wings wide
freedom escalates
Tribute To The Mighty Eagle
And To Our Freedom
If fond reminders seek a passion void
Then leave without a voice of "I love you"
Make him feel that you are still annoyed
And lead him to this place without a view.
That this allure has possibly been used
It far outstretches things beyond his reach,
He doesn't mean to show what seems abused
But manfully designed he's lost for speech.
Yet wait, the full intent of passion fills
What seeing less of you has seemed to be
He wants to understand you, with these skills
That taught him, most of all, 'It's not just me'.
While closer you've become while there are two
Converse in turn, just listening content
Creating words with meaning, ones that woo,
You back again without the need for vent.
And gradually the sway of tides embrace
Can sunsets on horizon sleep in peace,
'Love', is such a word that shows the face
With smiles that no frustration can release.
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