We Sensualists

[Bastard Child]

In the twinkling of an eye -
To use a hackneyed phrase -
Another year’s gone whispering by
With her train of faceless days.

Another bride has fled the groom,
Another corpse to earth was fed,
And spinning drunk across the room
Our hostess stumbled into bed.

How much of this our space we are,
How much time we may become -
These riddles are too simple far
For those that go and those that come.

No dwellers here, they shall depart
And leave behind no trace
Save breezes wandering through a heart
And rivers drying on a face.

Some, however, touched by favour
Immortal, shall hold fast
And though their body wither
Their name shall ever last.

For these was this stone built
With these in mind do we still linger
And plunge down to the hilt
Our mind into life’s deeper treasure.

[Skia]

I Loved that.
Great work :)

It reminds me of "Miss Havisham" by carol ann duffy..

Well Done :)

x

[urb]

I like that.

Poems about mortality, when read aloud, always seem to still the air.