Boasts of strength of all earthly elements especially human, has its time. Nothing lasts for ever. Empires die, the weather seasons end. Flowers last the spring and summer. Human hold over your soul is only temporary. Nothing is new under the sun. Surprised? Even you!
YOU WOULD NEVER, EVER KNOW ME
The insistent thumping sound of the raindrops upon the roof top,
The endless pounds that burden the heart and ears,
That send rushes of gushing prowess of its tumbling waters,
Decides to flood off the standing green near harvest in fields.
Wasn’t there a time, you stood; way up; far in the sky?
Of little strength, fist size of dark cloud moving about looking for a friend,
Now that you gracefully covered the dome above in darkness, you pelted,
Blazing thunders, blasting storms, scampering like it would never end.
Just as there was a beginning, shall there be an ending,
You have rights to boast now; but it shall linger only a moment longer,
The storms stop, the thundering cease, the blue clouds regain the skies,
Where is your boast “you will never know me” then?
Do I know you, your strength, and the very decisions you have made or avoided?
In every walk, every talk, every pretense and your every cry in darkened times,
Do I know when you sang giggly, danced naked, shouted praise and screamed joy?
Look in that mirror of time, do you know you, even as I do?
In pains, we shared your doubts and growls, in light; we smoked your steaming joys,
I have sucked your hollow; no one knows, nightly; mounted your fluff up pillows,
Screed, scraped, and scrimmage, before you discovered you love your tomorrow more,
Hurriedly, I have flowered in your night and, earned my right to claim “I know you”