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.
