The haberdashery fraught shop...

Et Tempus Fugit....

What is life but a dream?

Je suis Sous Le charme

 

Comedy and tragedy 

And apathy and empathy

To hear the voices cry one by one

One book read, another venture begun

 

To weep and sob 

And laugh with joy

To feel all feelings 

And watch the ploy

As Humanity plows through paper with pen

And The iron quill scratches again and again 

 

A requiem a sonnet

A knife, a rosé

All seem to whisper under the dust

The same prophetic prose

 

To carefully crack open a volume

To pour ones heart into its lines

 

To absorb the memories of antipathy and anomaly

 

And when it all has paused 

and the bells toll near your ears 

To put away a previous gem,

Recalls your soul to tears

 

But now your heart is strong

And you have friends in many places.

Your words become a cutting sword that pierce through all the ages .

 

You know all sorrows.

You hear all weeping.

And the world set before your eyes,

Seems all the less intimidating

Because you've heard the volumes' cries