Poetry

Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear
In the face of unyielding fear they flourished
Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled
Who had known of such a fate to have married?
 
 
Theatrical strands of faith and vindication
Gradually descended upon each square
The sun’s oath had risen to fruition
Beauteous framework begins to evolve
Bearing the august seeds of revelation
 
 
Answers in which I sought
Rested within pendulum clocks
As throughout my life
Many webs they have spun
 
 
Amongst tribulations I have toured
By not a second did hope age
A novelty twas the leaf
Upon which I have turned