Under the Shade of Yesterdays--A Poem
We all get tired of trying..
Co-written with D. Bloomfield
Under the shade of yesterdays
Stretch the scars of rubble past
Where long forgotten dreams
Turn to pale impoverished hope
Standing before the rake and burn
A hum begins to stir, the insect buzz
Raise the howls of ghosts on ghost on ghost
Picking thru the broken shards
I recall ambrosia drunk
My head an ache, a hammer
Spinning from the blow
The ruins whisper, hush…
here we once
Kept watch, defending all the world
But summer’s gone and all is winter’s snow
I am tired of ebb and gray
My will to seize the spring is wane
I need more of hope than hope
Than hope can ill provide
This mired work is coarse and stained
My arms and legs are spent
Rebuilding up what once, we were
Malevolent in disguise.
This is a bitter cold, this world of remnant fame
I want no more of it. I will not! Be a part of it —
I’ll take for me the savage sleep
Where dreams may yet become
a
Newer hope the bravest dare
Where you & I are in it.
