Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday’s mirage has gone
 the way of melting snow
As wise men pull at silver beards
 searching where to go
Beyond horizons dark with age
 the bygones mock and laugh
Tormented by the spectacle
 afflicted by the gaffe
Yet yesterday seems further still
 a measure without time
The crown we wear around our eyes
 to shield us from the crime
A false and shallow sense of ease
 preys upon my mind
That yesterday can come again
 to mend the much maligned
And now we sit in solitude
a victim of the plague
A hostage of the circumstance
 our purpose now so vague
My hands are bound, yet still are free
to wither and to wilt
To choose to be confined by fear
 to wallow in our guilt
For the silence is my audience
 the empty night my stage
The tapestry awaits my touch
 upon its empty page
And even though I’m breaking bread
without you in my sight
The need remains to rise above
 to overcome the fright
To know that we are not adrift
 there is a guiding hand
Like pages turning one by one
we may not understand
But keep in focus what is real
 and what is merely pain
For certainly uncertainty
 Is certain to remain




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