How Life Works

How life works, I wish I know,
before I am too frail and slow,
before I forget how eyes could cry,
in the seasons when rivers flow.

How life works, I no longer know,
how a word into stories grow,
though have voyages me well scarred,
her secrets are buried inside the snow.

Where is the youth I cannot recall?
Why is wisdom more distant still?
For what quests did my spirits drudge?
For what on earth do I plough?

What love is I wish I know,
thus so knowledge may knowingly go,
above my fifth the ravens sing,
marking my unresolvable woe.

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Published in: on 04/03/2019 at 1:34 AM  Comments (1)