Strands of Life
The strands of wheat sway in the wind
Confused by the chaos within
Memories wasting in time's past
Stalks trodden and taken to task.
Sweet dreams and promises sweeter
Lost in the yarn of time's meter
Treading, treading the strings of life
Fraying the soul, revealing strife.
Ride to judgment empty, hollow
Death's just desert I must swallow
Victory lost or never found
Meaningless yearning swept unbound.
Through fields of silence doom creeps
Slowly, with callous hordes it weeps
Each step taken precedes the grave
Would but the soul the wind could save!
April 8, 2002