‘And I Live’ A Poem by Stewart Storrar

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and i live poem

I look out from the tombstones of the past,

Holding scorn,

Seeing all but a crown of thorns,

And noose of crimson petals.

I hear the cry of forgotten lovers,

Echoing through the moors of time,

Clouded by the mists of ego,

Weathered by the winds of change.

But,

From time to time,

I feel the twinkle of a thousand stars,

Shining out as beacons of hope,

Showering me with their sempiternal glow,

Their glimmer is a joy in a world gone mad.

And then,

I realize,

I am but an actor on their stage,

A bead of sand on life’s beach,

A ray in a cosmos of light,

Forever searching in the darkness.

Searching for that which many lose,

In the twisted vine of life’s subtleties,

That I have been lucky,

To grasp by its last strand.

And so my scorn turns sweet,

The cries fade to singsong,

And the twinkles burst with lumens.

I finally begin to sense,

That which cannot be known,

And embrace it with my symphony,

Using fate as my conductor.

And I live.

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