Life in the Hour Glass
The patient feed off of the salt of anticipation
Listening and waiting
For a phrase
To let them in.
Sometimes I still walk
These flats
Licking at the earth
Head down
Beneath this glaring sun
Mouth dry,
Brow wet.
The path we travel
Is fools-gold,
The burden we carry
Is a mighty load.
Serving forever in this kingdom of sand
Our castles crumble
With the dissolution of the land.
We patient subjects
Ambling through lifetimes of regret
Keep listening, waiting
But our paths are constantly beset.
Love does not exist
Here in the desert
Hate breeds in the dunes
Settling with the dust
And in calloused hands,
Or in red, tearful eyes.
When will we tire of waiting?
When will the lion be slain
And peace reign?
Until then we keep drifting
Searching for
Our lost lamb
Shepherds of time
We stay our hands…
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Stefan Sidelnick is everything and nothing at once. Sometimes he is a poet, other times a comedian, but mostly he is lazy and will post whatever he feels like.
