And so was our final fall
as the light dimmed low
A journey ending for all
and a tragedy of a show
Yet I could not help to wonder
If there was a new dawn yet
Could mankind in its blunders
Find a way to forget?
Did any still among the ash
have a spark of the divine?
Could any here at the last
find a way to survive?
What is the post Modern age
that sounds so good but is so far?
Is there a Mystic or even sage
right here where we are?
Shallow air meets the midnight foe
As we hold to old ideas passing
No direction bids us go
No enlightenment we are grasping
Be not slaves nor overlords
As those in graves yet ignored
Let life return its own reward
In peace which few can ill afford
As we rise upon this pyre
to watch the edge of the age to come
Let us find a new desire
and let us beat tomorrow's drum
(December 16th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
