Love begat life,
Life without question
And splendor unbeknownst
To blind men
Thieves and beggars;
But our bastards
And our barons,
wearing foolish clothes
And wavering staggered smiles.
Sand castles will indeed
Slip beneath the sea,
And glass houses shatter.
But I shall neither
Be near or far
Without a home,
Taking comforts where they come,
In warm asphalt breezes
Or amber brackenfields
Dusting up my boots.
So, toss your stones
And evict me, sea.
Neither suits me.
For, I am free
On spangled streets
And country roads,
Where whispering winds,
Far into the fields,
Sing and dance
With flickering voices,
Softly fading.
The past is where I'm from;
The future, ahead beyond those hills;
And tomorrow is all my own.
I shall ride from here to there.
And, beneath the stars,
I will be at home.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
