Fascade

To fairytales and dogmas,
We lose into shadows,
Our time of transience on earth.

We fall yet into deepening shallow
Cast upon us as the opaque of the night.
Lost track yet of the new age
We falter not knowing the track of ours.

We lost, we lose. We seem to dislike
Yet we like the beholding of the advent
Of newness,
Our spiritual gain of silence and meditation.
We cope up somehow of the dying spirit
In words and deeds and in silent sleep.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin