Beneath Obscurities Dark Tide:

It is not as simple as it so seems,

To capture but a morsel of yesterdays

desires, from our fleeting dreams.

For the wheels of time still

turn and turn

 much to our dismay.

Yet, to think, to taste, to once more try

To grasp but a small slice of youth's splendor

to be able to once again run with the wind and fly.

To cherish all thoughts living

To have all dreams, which remain, still alive and giving…

and lastly to relinquish once and for all

 the required requiem of the dead.

For today has seen the coming of obscurities dark tide.

Whereas in these circumstances of body and mind

Give testament to natures sad folly… time.

Thus, in this we continue on…

prolonging unto our downward slide.

For laughing children, we are no more,

leaving to our vanity the widening door.

Slipping in steps across life's masquerade,

dancing to lonely drums in the final promenade.

Yeah, again it is not as simple as it seems.

For just this once,

This day,

I desire but a taste

Just a bit…

Just to savor before

All forces external

Come against my hope eternal

To bury me still

And unmoving

Beneath obscurities dark tide.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

www.Jallenwilson.com