Veils

The morning holds its light in the predictable tones,

blissfully wandering the walkways,

mind set it crafted expectations,

while the world is a land that each moment

lays another brick upon the nerves

until a wall is built and the sky is hidden

behind veil of shadowy pillars

that someone else calls a throne.

 

Just shuffling along in compliant steps

fantasies tucked beneath the clothes

where they can be protected

from the weather and winds.

 

In the heart there is the glow

of a fire that as burnt so long

to heat the night and keep the body alive

because the air is held in a vase

a fragile vessel stored in the mind,

ever pouring it out to try an control

each layer of time and thought touched.

 

Then in the midst of the seductive illusion

the precarious lace in presumption,

nature spreads its own tempest tapestry

across the spreading sheet of reality.

 

Covered is the sense of security

as the frozen dandruff from a cloudy toupee

showers its own litter upon all creation.

 

For a while the sense of reliance ebbs

before the icy talons cling to roofs

and we have to surrender choices

unto the whims of inclement incursions.

 

Like intruders we cope with their marauding ways

seek the means to keep the hours sane

silently dreaming of sun tans and long summer days.