The Continuum

Mcc.1111by robert mccolley04 May 2014

What shining light upon the brow/
These dreams to curse the day/
Moments of tranquility/
My eyes cry out dismay/
And to the turning of the key/
For which all men reside/
Locked within the mind/
The painful climb and easy slide/
Of another slumbersom wake/
That valley of despair/
Carried by the fool/
Down the road of longing/
Foot falls to the wandering eye/
Of still a fateful day/
Stillness rests at hand/
Drifting out to bay.

- RAmccolley (c) 2014