pre-Exodus From Skin

Oh, how a young man’s thoughts still reign
in tired bones and soul of dust.
Will you remain thru silver years?
Until my breath has passed beyond
this dimming light, all but gone.

Oh, how a young man’s eyes still long
to drink from more than jars of clay.
When tattered wings no longer fly
and diamond tears are all but dry.
Until my breath has passed beyond
this dimming light, all but gone.

Oh, how a young man’s memories
still, burn with passion’s brave blue fire.
When beauty’s lost in wrinkled skin,
will you blaze in other worlds?
Where time has no claim to stake,
once my breath has passed beyond
this dimming light, all but gone.

Oh, that young man ears, still hear
a child’s voice inside the heart,
of dying clothes, now going deaf.
While soft regrets are all that’s left
on top of mountains never reached,
with youthful colors obscure and bleached.
Until my breath has passed beyond
this dimming light, all but gone.

 

© 2017 Randy Faria

 

A Cosmos of Darkness and Light
On Southern Shores