Ephemeral sphere spins round and round
The clock is ticking its
Tick tock sound
While you and I and other souls
Remain amongst the bound

Look left and right
And right and left
Become the sorrowed tear, bereft
And navigate through gaping knolls
The edge of canyons cleft

I sit in awe
Admiring night
Anticipate the dawning light
When contemplation questions rise
Intimidating height

Twinkle twinkle little star
I puzzle on
Just who you are
Or if you house a species wise
I wonder from afar

To stay is death
And this I know
Id rather leave than die a slow
And suffering smile steels cross my face
Enjoyment does bestow

I sheath a sword
Of sweet demise
And all that gloried love belies
O save myself from times disgrace
The human compromise

07/12/2007