A sequence of dates, climb their way up a door frame
While the waves quietly ebb and flow
The breezes of fate, fan the bright Rays of His Flame
Telling a story all should know
The moon changes shape, and the stars blaze and dance
As the sand slowly falls
The mountains escape, leaving boundless expanse
Echoing memory’s calls
Graveyards of achievements, and lifetimes of goals
Seasons lost with every breath
The earth’s bereavement, and the despair of souls
Bring life to the brink of death
Sisters become mothers, and children learn to speak
As brief moments in life slip silently past
Night and day succeed each other, in a constant hide and seek
Would you be content if today was your last?
3 comments:
Wow - so profound and thought provoking. Sort of wants to make me take myself by the ears and yell WAKE UP!!! (a sequence of dates climb their way up the doorframe...)
the rhythm really ties into the meaning of this poem:
the first and third lines of each stanza are two short burts, while the second and fourth seem to draw out time, so that altogether the poem reflects the rhythm of salsa:
quick, quick
slow...
quick, quick
slow...
Hahahaha Amgad that made me laugh! Yes I guess it is rather like salsa :)
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