Poetry / archive
Within Life – or Without…?
Wreathed in a cloudy cloak is the sky,
Flaming red is the light in the smoky west,
As I race past rolling green fields,
Under the darkening sky of a rainy eve.
A refreshing zephyr breezes through the vaults,
Through the cloud filled darkening sky,
Soft and cool it drizzles on my arm,
As the sun sets into the misty west.
A throng of men, around me, sit,
Minds filled with thoughts, mundane,
Blind to myriad hues upon Nature’s easel.
I look to find the sun has set,
Leaving dark hills silhouetted in red.
The train’s horn booms into the night,
Signalling that my stop has come,
Time it is for me to disembark…
I step out pursued by a lonely thought,
“Am I racing through life, or,
Is life racing by me…?”