The Wolf Comes Calling

You were free from sin from the start

a blank page hung out to dry,

The words will come, it’s only just begun

They tell you what, not why

 

Time to do, time to see

time goes on forevermore,

For now you’re just a young man

sweeping up an old man’s floor

Go off into the wild

of the city, paved and unforgiving,

Curse the cold, the heat, the sky

The damned walk among the living

 

White is black, day is night

neither is either/or,

And now you’re still a young man

fighting in an old man’s war

The sun sinks low and twilight lets

the shadows come out to call,

A rustle in the woods? you wonder

Perhaps my ears play tricks after all

 

But then the feeling comes creeping

it’s one you’ve felt before,

And now see you’re an old man

with a young wolf waiting at your door

Constructed by Tongues

 

Forever only exists

as a word

constructed by tongues, hammers

a-blazing

Water running through cupped hands

into sand,

castles brought down by the waves

we’re chasing

Speaking out loud but later

forgetting,

carving in stone but later

erasing

 

 


 

Written in response to Daily Prompt topic: Fleeting