MMXVI

MMXVI

At the start, at sunrise
With horizons distant, far
A force awakened, now demised
Stored in annals, jars
A message in a bottle
Hurled into a hellish year
Lost in waves, it's throttled
Lost in tides, so drear
As purple rain fell glibly
Through labyrinths we roam
Eagles got their wings clipped
and washed up in the foam
Of oceans culled from tears
Reaped for those now past
Waves that marked the sand banks
In which our pages last
Chapters pegged by tombstones
Cultured, anchored deep
Progression proves expensive
The price tag seems too steep
For the chaos that we're buying
Uncertainties unfold
A week is long in politics
A year?... The joke gets old!
With exit polls and rabbit holes
Too mad to understand
We think we've seen the Trump card
… we haven't seen the hand!
With jokers flying from the pack
A deck that's rigged to blow
Crying for the cards we lack,
The hand we've left to show
With Ali swinging, standing tall
Hallelujah, watch them raise
A mocking bird, in final fall
With careless whispers praised
and still my bottle bobs about
waiting to be found
It's message sealed, stamped in doubt
With wax spent on the ground
Wax spilt from a candle's burn
At sunset, in the end
Another year begins its turn
… and candles start their wend