poem #34 (the puzzle)

A breathless day of white and sun
glistened its beauty into my awareness.
I sat patient and silent, revelling in
a vortex of the world's vanity and
thought of the naive times I passed
through, without so much as a glance
of gladness to be a part of this puzzle.

A despondent day of red and sun
scorched its scorn upon my pity.
I floated freely and looked with
disdain upon a world no longer boasting
brashly but rather betrayed by beings,
human or not it no longer mattered
for the puzzle was pulled apart.

A dream of a day sailed slow
but hid itself for fear of conflict.
I sit, eyes closed and recount
the times I've prayed that god
sees sense from the stainless steel
office, that the yet unborn will beg
steal and borrow, so that the puzzle can come out tomorrow.

(19/1/15)

Author's Note

Not sure about the final verse; whether I need it