I have been quiet a long while
Through my soul wet with spirit
Though my heart whole with love
Though my passion righteous
With strange infinitude
I have not any body of royalty’s sign
I’ve grown old, weak, alone
Haloed with my mystic literature
I uncoil beauty’s parting
And the sun’s goodbye to youth
And there is no wine-flush left
No opalescent hope for prosperity
I am all that I will ever be
From becoming to indignity
My compassion has been ministered
Upon this Earth in little bursts
And that’s enough for whichever
Strange singer’s mind gave birth to me
I am the cosmos suddenly poor
Suddenly curious for a weary lifetime.
Wuji Seshat 
Wow. Great poem
Thank you Don 🙂
Your words have been missed, my friend.
Thanks Syl, time is stopping and restarting for me of late.
You’re welcome, my friend. Whenever you get the chance to be here it is good to see you.
I like that line that says I am all that I will ever be. Nice piece keep the fire burning.
Cheers Zigma, thanks for stopping by…