the year of my death...

2017, annus horribilis ...

was born resplendent in silver brooks
blooming in meadows of color and light
recent discoveries of melodic empathy
enchanting angels and swallows
a rescue of souls of poets
long lost in a limbo of shadows,
like phoenix reinvigorated by fire ...

was the year of death of all that was
swept by an inclement tide of silence
which slides into the deep darkness
of mines full of acid spikes
eroding the smallest spark of faith
in vast plains of solitude
horseback rider without coat ...

2018, annus ab messorem ...

verses spent on an ashes palette
frozen in black marble veins
like forgotten tombstone
a dead life without a flower
mown in a thorn forest
seated in hot lava ...

the spirit of tomorrow wanes,
the pain of silence is cherished,
darkens a life of solitude,
the eyes of the dreamer are obscured,
destroys the courage of the warrior,
the soul of man dies ...