Time's Exile
Time’s Exile He walked as one whom weary Time denied, And held long converse with the breeze alone; Along a barren road in the hinterland at eventide, His shade seemed more faithful than his own. He planted fruit farms and arbors for a later age, But ruthless talons uprooted what he gave; He lit dim paths for many a wandering sage, Who passed him by, nor knew the life he saved. His visions broke open like tempestuous skies, Then vanished mute, leaving no mark behind; Southward moved he with his wearied thighs, As a ruined pilgrim, out of step with his mind. And often he mourned in the lowering air: “I spent my years, and oh met no harbor there.” ----Affaq N Affaq #TimesExile #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq #MysticPoetry #PoemHuhterAffaq