Horizons of Darkness & Light

Art thou a rose, running along

Some invisible trelis upon

Which I climb?

Will thy thorns clip mine skin,

Make me bleed red

As mine heart breaks in two?

Yet, how does such an empty

Shell ooze with sorrow when

There is nothing of which to fill

It up with?  Time is nothing,

To this soul which travels

Within this corporeal vessel,

As life is whittled into some

Form of blank satisfaction.

Why must I feel things

So differently from the populace?

Am I truly nothing in this world,

Staggering along at some slow pace

Only to be left behind within

A moment’s time?

Let me rest, please, I beg of thee!

This haphazard path we seek,

It twists and winds through

Blind curves mixed with underbrush.

Day mixes with night in

A vibrant liquid fashion, with hues

That transcend all others

And the eye cannot comprehend.

Look now, there on the horizon,

There is rain on the headlands,

A giant walk of darkness full

Of thundrous clouds that clash

Upon the changing temperatures.

Is it wise to seek shelter now,

Or tread on, without a care?

Tell me, please, I beg of thee,

Doest thy care about me?

Or am I just some plaything

To pass the time, wile away

The hours of the day until

One fateful moment, thy quickly

Bores of me?

If that is so, then please,

Let me walk off into the rains

That hover on the horizon,

Lost to the darkness in the light.

(c) 2003 A Riddle