IF A DAY GOES BY
the winds of change blow frantic through
the treasured dreams of heart and mind
the roar of lone
within a deafened ear defined
hazy clouds
coated in mental fluff
assault the depths of roads
meandering the years
the splendored view of sightlessness
within a blinded tear
the soul searches past lives and words
to find the nourishment divine
a continue to the native dance
and drum beats of the time
the tiny mouth of hungering
within a suffered kind
how many steps upon the ballroom floor
are wasted on the tired
the maiden hearts of hopeless yesterday
clasp the hand of every brave
the clumsy feet of artlessness
cemented to the grave
does man really learn from his mistakes
are the history books just many pages
of discarded decaying waste
echoing in the mindlessness
and endless wayward disgrace
will we ever know blessed peacefulness
in this human race
the hope is there
when the will is not
if and when the day goes by
