Saturday, December 17, 2011

The Gauntlet of Time

         Gauntlet’s thrown

Trails beyond the coil’s might
Tightly strung is carnelian’s light
         Trans-lucent milky
The crystals made from chalcedony

Impostor, so be found, deep inside, shies the arch of trothed pass
         To one’s self, insolence retraced,
                  The fiend, which feasts on veils of glass
Is nothing more than a past-life erased

Tapestries fade
And new draperies take their place

Time’s sand sifts though
But only if you forget to reverse its flow

1 comment:

  1. Oh look at you once again rhyming out a whole slew. I liked "reverse its flow" as we never truly do move on if the same stinkin' mistakes are made over and over again, which history shows were poor choices to begin with.