Friday, 4 February 2011

FADING SPHINX ~ New Poem by Strider Marcus Jones. Copyright And All Rights Reserved.


another beautiful eye

reflects lifes lie,

when you look into its face

and see a better place

close by.

without that circle round its dream,

everything is seen

to separate unequally in two

and drift apart blown through

old sky.

the why, where and when

does not matter then,

as it dissipates

into other fates

making old orders die.

in all the residue

of what we knew,

a fading sphinx, casting contemporary

shadows, rises, temporary

but still drops by

elsewhere, in the flawed foundations

of younger civilizations,

building their own

mountains of shaped stone

where polished lenses spy.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 4th February, 2011. All Rights Reserved.

1 comment:

  1. Perhaps you should have lived in a younger civilization...rather than the contemporary polished lenses...the land of the golem.