It is yours...

Reflections on life

Take it graciously,
it is yours -
fast-flowing peace,
 with pure gold
making the midnight gleam,
chasing sorrow
for a new story...

Friendly game
take my soul,
for did it ever
have a better use?

I will stay here,
mingled with crowds,
feigning stupidity
to those-that-need-it...

What is that,
their god,
 good for ...
 shining armour,
glory,
and no time to know why ?

Every new face before the dawn,
shakes your body,
cold with night...
And an eerie laughter
echoes,
like the moonlight between your mirrors.

Reviews

[Fallen Angel]

This is a beautiful poem. Good writing style and use of imagery..overall a good write