Bracing softly
she lays down her fine
silk hair of light
Canvas of starshine
etched in golden-silver
framed in calico blue
her shadows
lay in pin drops of rain
where answers
care not for the exodus
into highlife
nor the incongruency of . . .

Watching yourself grow
from a child to an old man –

there are seasons to our lives
new Birth and Spring the beginning

stage of this life when, as a child, you
emerge into Time with your innocence intact

And so you’ve seen yourself grow as a child
the innocence unknowingly, blissfully

unaware of the approaching Season when
summer approaches like a stalking tiger

its mouth full of solstice and saliva
awaiting it first meal of Love

It is here your innocence is shattered
as the pain of love bares its teeth,

frothing, gripping love’s first demise,
embattled heart emerging from calamity,

loves prey revealed like a cynic unconsciously
explores misanthropic derisions for life

© Thespian Drummer / The Sunlight of Afternoons