To be free of this yesterday.
Hoping for a place
where I can
Idly count the grains of
Sand, pouring through my dreams.
Imitations of life reverberate,
Along the daunting paths of shrouded memory.
Fearing the passage of time
Underneath a crowded sky,
none but the remnants of our
King's fallen castle.
Interred still within its ruins, where
Nature preserves the everlasting
Gentle motions of truth unconsciously remain.
May they, to the present,
Once more return.
Kept up solely on a past derision, now
Easily overcome in these changing times -
Renewing the challenge
Youth's immortal hope.