Another Cycle of Days...

@uootem

With yet another cycle of sunrise and sunset...
another day has passed into memory's history...
the world has spun once more... as it always does
...another page in the book of life has turned.

In the silence that should bring rest...
I fret upon the same question that always haunts:
it this my youthfulness that lies strewn on the floor
tattered bits of paper... (a disturbing sight for the poet)
in one tattered piece dreams... and another one hopes... yet another regret
have I lost my chances.... have I lost my stride...

all that remains perhaps is to contrive a futile attempt
how to glue them back in place... to make sense of my pen
the collage of life seems so complex these days...
in composition and form... and rhythm and rhyme are not my allies...
just the blood of ink that spills so seemingly effortlessly.

how many wasted hours are to follow this
as I search for clues... for the antidote to this affliction called aging
and will this endeavor leave me hollow...
or just exhausted... with writer's cramp
since the chanting of time can be so hypocritical
and the poet is insane in his fondness for words
such an irrelevant effort to seek heaven....
but I fear hell much worse... for I have tasted its cinders of ash.
inside such logic, overwhelms the heart and soul
that cries in foreboding as the sun sets again...
and the moon has such power in its reflection...
regardless of knowing, I am cast under its spell once more
the same science of matter and motion that stirs the seas.

Should I desire to embrace the coming of age
by remembering the cycle of days that brought me here?
or should I will upon it with open eyes and mind
that once saw youthfulness so vividly...
and has been closed to adulthood for so long?
and will I write but a few more verses of that time and place
and then release the yearning from my heart
and just consider such motion another turned page
as if the end is about to begin something new?
for I do not read a book to get to its end,
but I cherish every new chapter as something to experience
and I walk a trail not to find where it leads
but to but feast on the beauty of nature found along the way
in life its so very irrelevant to make believe
based on things that exist no more but in memory
confusing youth as one of my needs for today...

And then, my savior... a questioning word from a Celtic princess...
and then another from the mysts of time itself!
Alas, I heard the meanings embodied in such words...
and have pondered my fate once more
there is no living in the deadness of the past...
only surviving in the future where life awaits...

with yet another cycle of sunrise and sunset...
another day will pass into a history of lifetimes...
and I will search for meanings in lifetimes past and lifetimes yet to come.
and the world will spin once more... as it always does... an ancient promise kept
...another page in the book of life to be turned...

worry not for me this day... I know my place quite well...
and yet I know my destiny with similar clarity
for I have seen the writings once placed on the wall of knowing
and I know I will recognize that future moment when it arrives
for I have once again heard the mystical vows spoken before writing became an art
when hearts and souls knew of deeper meanings... than those I find right now.

and the world spins once more... as it always does
another page in the book of life awaits to be fulfilled...
and I look upon the sunrises and sunsets with renewed interest
for in them I shall find my solace... and peace.