I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

Home | A Pleonexic Urge | The Root Of Motion | When The Candles Are Out | Love Songs To The Dead | Titans And Turncoats | This Lovers' Life We Lead | Prayers To A Ghost | Your Opening Eyes Nigh | The Enterprise Of The New Routine | Orphans And Demagogues | Nocturnal Emissions | The Fortune Of Failure | Transcension Beneath The Bitter Sun | Watching The Furnace Fire | Adventures Of The Crimson Enigma | Memoirs Of A Mercenary | My True History | I Never Knew Him | Midnight Rambling | From The Silence

An Uncommon Man

The compendium of moments

Swinging through their pendulous arcs

Have marked once more the seasons’ turn,

Where, set atop this pyramid of years,

A man may count the seconds of his soul,

Or plot the orbits of his heart’s desires.

While we cannot memorise these movements

Of failing light, nor lessen their effect,

There is a breed of man whose breath has blown

The wind of change across our lives,

Who set the first example of love

When with a steady hand steered safely through

The shallow waters of our toiling past

And even with an eye moistened by grief

Alighted on a shore of fortune.

The hieroglyphs of this endurance

Are carved in a face of elemental age-

The common fate of an uncommon man.