To a summer’s dusky eve do I compare thee,
Warm and smouldering spirit, curious licks
Ticking from the quieting flames as fall
The day’s exertions to night time flicker patterns;
Waxen petals adorn thee well, and succulent
Thrives the nature in knowing thee.
Not all rewards are worth their risks
To be taken so blithely, nor the cost
Within one’s self only to discover, lost
Already is that resource of heart
Governing our choices, what we put
In harm’s possible way to achieve
Our lives and goals appealing.
Take chances, my child, for destiny does
Not visit one’s home, although perhaps
Rarely indeed…and your risks ran thus
Shall your character into life define, shape
Like the statues of stone we raise from
The earth to herald what is precious, home.
Time’s Arrow flies on without warning, sorrow
Or censure, uncaring creature of temporal nature
Attached to spatial framework crawling wildly
Amongst and betwixt the space hung matrices
Of a universe designed or ruled by chaos.
On the game plays, pieces laid out
In their apportioned places prior
To the clash of war in peace, life
Is the drive to survive until death
Dire and insouciant since time’s
For the one who sees that stage beneath
The hair thick coverings, wrapping of mirth
That hides tension rarely guessed at, they
Breathe in the secrets, revealed on both sides.
Comparison and contrast, the game cares not
For our starter points, the play a strange dream
Wherein the logic lives as gleaming suspicious pools
To surprise and confound us, yet share together.
The madness runs deep in our spines, vertebrae
Cracked along inappropriate lines, fusing bone
To bone, tendon to tendon, faces changed
By smiles in sharing the grand madness.
For the understanding in madness and peril
I hail thee, present in absentium yet remembered,
Not as a far figure flung from self but as more
Than form or place may attest to for the warmth
Of a reciprocal heart in mutual hearth heat;
Thanks be given and known, with only a touch
Of pixie-like mischief.