The Times

[Zarn Ishtare]

These fleeting days,
Swiftly receding
With the streaming ways
Of rivers fleeing
From the bower of their flowering
Hopeful strays
In the water rowing
Down the teaming waves
Of lifelong flowing
Starlit canals
In the cosmic knowing

Daily I, strive to see
Where the river is taking me
Strain to see the stream beyond
To catch sight of the cosmic pond
Or pool where I will lay
Purifying with the holy strays
Until the sifting lifting comes
And all shall all be as one
Some chapter in some mystery beyond
...Hard to see, beyond the crash
The teeth that bite, the jaws that gnash,
The endless empty capacity
The claw of death that catches me
In the future, dogs will moan
And howl no more, or walk alone
Unwashed no more before the throne
All the cynics will at last come home
And an eternity of answers will be known
In forever loving symmetry

..yet here I lay, with feet of clay, trudging along, another stray
Carrying a lantern at mid-day
Diogenes dogs of hay
Crying, laughing, barking, bay,
Amor Fati, Amor Fidat

[Dante]

Excellent rhythms, tasty rhymes and excellent imagery! I could see those cosmic pools! They were very pretty.