Fleeting Shadow

I would see words forged into action
by these hands of broken memory,
memory that still haunts the darkest nights.

The barren tongue of sparse reaction
concealed in cocoons of silenced delight
decorated in jeopardy and lethargy.

The ramblings of an assumed madman 
spent wandering these unforgotten years
comforted only by the monastic echoes of ashram
left to deliver his final illuminated message 
unto the radiance of waiting ears.

The days have been long, 
hastened by the majesty of moonlight
perishing in cirrus cloud formation.

Like the nightmares of crippled machination
and sheathed divinity more man than hallow.

Caressed by warmth of the morning sun
and in it a song for every fleeting shadow.

And this was the message:

Like all beautiful things
We. Must. Fade.

The once delicate exotic flower
you so carefully tended 
the prize that you empowered
the depth of riches you inhaled
will sprout barbed thorns
and in parting wilting words
see its shrouded mystery 
unveiled.

Author's Note

I often write to music, this was the track that inspired this poem
Max Cooper - Empyrean - http://tiny.cc/hmmfjx
All thoughts are welcome

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

this has place and time...the language is precision...and like how you put that in your work...makes for a delightful read --- keeps my mind going within the entirety of this verse...but those lines:

And this was the message:

Like all beautiful things
We. Must. Fade.

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its the beauty of it all... like a bottle of wine --- always remains pristine --- yet the wine continues to age...

[Kelly Scheppers]

"The barren tongue of sparse reaction
concealed in cocoons of silenced delight
decorated in jeopardy and lethargy."

...extraordinary writing! I have this yearning to read more...thank you!