The Shape Lies Hid

Coming down the years behind

Backlit by what has passed

Coming through to only now

A puzzled, heated, furrowed brow

Strapped hard to memory's mast

This moment can but last

Ah - moments form a maelstrom keen

This rising tide of pain

In heaving seas we ride the swell

A lifelong hope prepares the knell

Of truth, that gentle rain

Removes all thought of gain

The ocean known as All Of Time

The droplet lives it holds

The whole comprises final ends

Beginnings, stories, twists and bends

The shape our blindness moulds

Lies hid in chance's folds

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Very engaging and very moment by moment as one thinketh so one floweth kind of versification. Thoroughly enjoyed.