He Walks Now in Quiet Desperation

Vestiges of light walk in tandem with darkest of night.

Innocence bright on youth’s happy dreams-

Lost in the darkness of none-

not even a memory remains of joy that life brings.

Soon his days walk into years and time willingly marches on.

Knowledge is gained; wisdom of life now grows hearts stain-

Thus cometh the impending shadows of night to madly bemoan.  

For he walks now in quiet desperation-

His memories best forgotten his heart impaled.

Oh this soft place once born of God-

weeps now in silence on youth’s virgin shore.

Oh…OH how the years they still come-

Come now do they laden with familiarity-

Stealing…killing…driving out; trying to annihilate-

Trying to oppress the last glimpses of naiveties light-

Blemished now are they-youth’s happy dreams.

Dreams once so pure-

sown now not in trust, but with corruptions seed.

J. Allen Wilson © 2/16/2011