justice

Meditations

Stare into a pool of tears
That melt upon the savage years;
For Lifes sweet song
That knows no end
And always, always
Begins again.
End upon your summers dream
All the love, or so it seems.
End the hate that beats the breast,
Of which the search is mans request.
Turn your eyes
To the rising dawn.
Entranced with the spell
That Life has drawn.
A curtain of Time
That seeks no end,
Only beginnings
That somehow blend
Into infinity.