They Wait for You

Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;

he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.

Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,

ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.

Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and clustered in a heap

and sort out those you treasure most, you need or long to keep;

Forget about the epoch past, which wasn’t what you’d sought,

pursue instead remaining dreams before they come to naught.

            Reflect no more on what it was he’d meant for you,

            strike out ahead where something waits, has sent for you.

The graveyard night is haunted still, it hovers where you sleep

 recalling souvenirs amassed, the ones that made you weep.

The poets poised in dungeon vaults, now growing old and bald,

retrace their palsied pleas in dust, like those that you once scrawled.

Except for runic proverbs carved on stone walls ill defined,

assumptions will not dog you that you dare to leave behind.

            The fortune-tellers waiting at the moat for you

            read tarot cards while setting sail a boat for you.

The road behind is empty now, the sky is painted black

so gather all the wisdom gained, no time for looking back.

Forego the prophets’ prophecies, so tempting to pursue -

although they might be asked advice, they seldom have a clue.

Reject the secrets they reveal, enveloped in their guile,

which be betrayed between the tombs in ruins of their smile.

            They’re waiting with a fractured rule of thumb for you

            while beating on a perforated drum for you.

A sand-glass dribbles distant dunes, the sun dial’s shadow’s late,

so now’s the time for slipping through the open swinging gate.

A joker wild defies the fools to read between the lines 

in search of cryptic radiance the future world enshrines -

“the days ahead will wake again like waves before the dawn

when picking up the pieces left behind a passing pawn.”

            A noble knight awaits to clear the board for you

            when, soon, a cup of nectar wine is poured for you.