Lament de Mike

The older I get...

“Lament de Mike”

Dawn entices me to play
In dew-covered grass
And faint shadows
That hide future paths of adventure
Discovery
Paths I’ve walked before
Following the progress of the sun
Till it sat low dying
It’s daily death
Giving me the stars and the moon
To guide me through
The murk of existence
That dawn itself eventually becomes
Because that is the cycle of things;
Is it wrong
To let the shine kiss me?
The new feel me?
When twilight shades
Have never graced the face
That speaks of innocent longing
Yet troublesome resolve
Because that is the cycle of things
As I lament at becoming the sage
When I myself
Still have so much to learn
On the paths that I travel
Through the day
Into the night…
©2007clarencecbess