Poem – Page 26 – A (wise) man of two faces

Statuesque embrace

They held each other,
passion blind to the moment,
they hugged so fiercely.

Friendships made,
and friendships lost.
Prices paid,
and damn the cost.

Those I trusted most
left me betrayed,
threw me from their host.

The things I braved…
I will not boast.
My soul was saved,
and damn the cost.

Fingers entwining,
the lovers pillow-talk while
lying by the fire.

Clouds in the sky
dance before my eye,
ephemeral and free,
so touching to me
that I can’t help but cry.

Walk a thousand miles
wearing another man’s shoes
without leaving home.

Oh man-made idol,
you’re a shallow replacement
for a living god.

David,
I remember
the way you were that night:
a bully, brute – nothing like a
father.

The seasons will change,
and we must ride the changes
like the moon and the tides.

Evening:
long shadows stretch,
and the sun’s final sparks
light the sky with crimson and gold
colors.

Purple flowers bloom
between cemetery stones
as life continues.