by Joseph Aprile
Under the arch of heaven,
moon’s faint yet
triumphant light,
within this whimsical dream
called life,
pushed forward into the
caressing envelope of time,
i dance to the rhythms of fleeting experience,
surrender to the savagery of existence.
Beyond the rainbow of
light and shadow,
i have not the slightest inkling.
From:
Joseph Aprile
Copyright ©:
2011
Last updated June 29, 2011