I Send My Regards to the Philosopher...

Lost in the somnolence of his solitude

The poet’s hell

Lies in the heaven of his existence

That he cannot see

With eyes closed

And back turned towards the future:

His game composed through endless hindsight,

But no sight for what is here…

 

But I am here…

And I looked into his eyes…

 

Lost

In his dualities and questions,

Frustrated with only heaven’s silence for an answer,

He vowed to fill the world with words,

But still he stopped to listen to mine:

 

“Do not feel the guilt of change

As words seem to lose their meaning

As they fly away from your tongue

And drift into the sky.

 

In this moment together

Do not fight time as it moves forward

And wait forever for abstract completion,

That escapes us even now

As we dance

Into the present’s dawn.”

Reviews

[JB Murray]

Great piece overall. I feel it starts to fall a little short near then end, but it wraps up nicely. First verse is somewhat reminiscent of Edgar Poe. Thanks for sharing!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Masterful piece. I loved the last few stanzas. Brilliant message.