Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Drifter



Drifter

Drifter,
You peacefully make your way,
Across ephemeral heights,
Look down,
This mortal tries to reach you,
Shed a tear or two,
Cleanse him,
His frivolous fantasies,,
Have stained and stirred his whim.

Drifter,
You drift away endlessly,
Showering on distant views,
Like a lover, your nectar;
Whilst he a balloon bloats,
Rises high,
In new found power;
Punctured,
Falls down dead and dry,
An autumn leaf from the sky.

Drifter,
Sometimes ominous, in greyish form,
You burst in tears and seek,
To reform,
Our brownish parched pastures,
To dress in verdant cloaks,
While he in rapture,
Squeezes out little saltish drops,
To revive in vain those visions lost

Drifter,
I gaze above,
Your whiskers white,
With silent wisdom,
Makes me shiver.
As my ignorance heightens,
Assumes appalling attitudes,
Dumbfounded I bow my head,
On the guillotine,
Awaiting my execution.








1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Drifters, you cheer my spirits at a mere glance, your raindrops are like dew on roses, the soft caress most soothing and I feel like the free bird soaring high above. You provide shade from the scorching sun even when there is no cover. You are one of God's creations, loaded with beauty and kindness, always giving everything you have with nary an expectation. Thank you.