He sat there, bearded, bronzed and boozed, Looking out to ocean. The bench made of rough splintering wood, he supped on his pint, twirls of velvet erupted around him. That bitter sweet cankerous smell, swallowing in heady sumptuousness.
The sun low, glow, on the horizon. Meandering with water and sparkling on flame, His wisdom turns to me and smiles, The boy hugs his arm and squeezes hard. A limpet on an old steady bow.
The hot globe looses its battle with time, A chill air comes, time conquers every moment.
Then today, the boy become man is hugged in return, The old stern bow, now limpet ‘comes, as the drip feeding poison into him saves his life. Together they face times scythe, and together they conquer it with love.
The Sage
He sat there, bearded, bronzed and boozed,
Looking out to ocean.
The bench made of rough splintering wood,
he supped on his pint, twirls of velvet erupted around him.
That bitter sweet cankerous smell, swallowing in heady sumptuousness.
The sun low, glow, on the horizon.
Meandering with water and sparkling on flame,
His wisdom turns to me and smiles,
The boy hugs his arm and squeezes hard.
A limpet on an old steady bow.
The hot globe looses its battle with time,
A chill air comes, time conquers every moment.
Then today, the boy become man is hugged in return,
The old stern bow, now limpet ‘comes,
as the drip feeding poison into him saves his life.
Together they face times scythe, and together they conquer it with love.
~ written by me Jan 2011