In the center of a man
Lies an unconquered boy
Fresh to the world
Illuminated by God
No matter his age
A dream like an oar
To push him away
Through the Oceans of Life,
On the frontier of a man
Dwells a wild reckless beast
Invisible to all
Illustrated by joy
A hoard of spent treasures
As new in their making
As gold in the minting
That mined them so fair,
In the mind of a man
Move the thoughts of a Titan
Restless in motion
Unchained in his loss
A castle – such vast palace
To claim all the creatures
That measure his conscience
‘Gainst the Wyrd of his Ways,
In the heart of a man
Keeps a count of his future
Aimless Intention
Bound to Ambition
A Marriage – a Calling
Enthralled to the end;
In the hopes of a man
Joined to time and his ventures
Is the strength of his labours
Untarnished by cost
A Tower unweathered
Built once, then forever
To stand at the passage
Where his Fate then is lent,
In the soul of a man
Does the ghost of Lost Heavens
Still haunt the Long Tables
Where the Feasts once were made
Yet the boy never wonders
At the stars or the thunder
For he is unconquered, still
Fresh to the World…
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Poet’s Note: last night my wife and I had sex. Afterwards I felt like a young man again, and in many ways like a boy. Oh, I never really feel my true age anymore, but this was especially invigorating.
So as my wife slept I got up and wrote this poem.
I hope you enjoy it.
Have a Good Days Folks…
Wyrdwend 