Stares.

Marvel at a Stare all

defying miseries. In allure

no graves are consecrated

through solitary wishes, such

vacant shallows await those

that do not seek

bright hours.

Fortune awaits beneath rays

mightier, all manifested conceited

senses to be overawed

in the taking flight

of a freedom's wing -

all destinations as the

dreamers determined dreamed. The

visions of the cores

of Mankind's passages, eloping

with magnificence passed time's

unkind occassionings. 

How light encumbers tyrants -

sees tyranny in descent

consumed by hollow sand -

slain as slain they

had.

Spill the blood on

soil - carve its ultimate

birth on future dawns -

what splendour then becomes

majestic as desired.

How tormenting fists wish

to deny all charms -

low rises from once

passioned peaks -

see laments of broken

fortitudes, dine upon still

solitudes,

steal leaf from branch

as bring chill to

breeze.

Yet come conquer seas

guided by the Sight -

the all defiant Stare.

© Cecil Field