The Haze

The Haze

Through the haze and age-tinted glass window,

as the afternoon breeze flirts with the uncared garden.

A glimpse of the reddish hue stirs,memoirs,

of the hour gone and decades past.

Strained sight finds the beloved plant,

that for ages promised a single flower.

Not exquisite petals not fragrance divine,

a red rose to complete bosom mine.

The bud and petals shrouded in autumn leaves,

heartless breeze carries away fragrance from midst.

To a land beyond the edge of time,

of endless space and starless clime

Wind melodious,fragrant with celestial colors,

fade at the sight of the shriveling flower.

Blossom lives through perishing flowers,

a withering red rose brings death of the bloom.

Tears of Angels

Let not the shimmer of the metalled road,

Dampen the spirit or loosen the hold.

Throttle up, let the beast roar,

Let the tears of the angels soak your soul.

 Let the fury of nature and of the metallic beast,

Manifest the angst underneath your breast.

No friends,no lovers can delve so deep

As the spirit pervading the primordial

 Let the primeval spark ignite the flame within,

And the fuel be charred yearnings.

 With helpless rage weld the pieces,

And let watery eyes polish the shine.

Be the anvil and let the torrent shape,

Sculpt Galatea from your red furnace

Fire and rain smite metal and smoke,

With motion and noise,the elements of our age