Days of Yore

poema de Martin D Angelus

I have sailed to pristine shores.
I have forsaken my youthful spirit,
or has it wandered to fruitful lands?

Time is distant and bare.
The voyage of new springs
has been obscured by winter woes.

Red moon glimmers once more.
I now stand resolute, to what extenct?
Days of yore, hoar memories aflore.

©martin_d_angelus
days of yore [2018]

Escritor: Martin D Angelus | PR | Desde Mayo/2018Martin D Angelus