Child's Play

'Man's maturity: to have regained the seriousness that he had as a child at play.' - Friedrich Nietzsche

In a shameless sea of memories I found,
A nameless relic did the ages keep,
Whilst dregs of days like lost pearls wash aground,
From an infant isle I follow it creep-

-To grown-land; my known pasts thus lay enshrined,
What unknown known draws in unformed haze?
Its strange-stitched limbs to no body combined,
Seemed stranger still with each searching gaze...

Like six blind men I, on thy faces drift,
Stir sorry shelves of borrowed words and minds;
For a name to behold, ends to posit!
Riddles as undead storms drown my confines...

By burning skies of yesteryears I bide,
Grave wisdoms when depart in disarray,
Through tender mist, the frozen arrows guide,
Till we join hands in child's timeless play.