Every second a future,
Every day one past.
Each breath an hour,
Until your last.
Be this moment who you are,
Where you are,
Today.
Or forever be,
Who you weren’t,
As dreams,
Time wiles away.
Look towards life’s awakened trek,
And twilight,
Whilst night falls.
Then seize the rush of howling winds,
Where winters bite burns cold.
Beneath hot sweltering sun in sands,
Where bones now bleached are dust,
Long days when flames,
Sear white one’s loss,
Of wasted thoughts in lust.
Where barren shores ill-fated fold,
Hell cast in mass life’s scattered toll,
Waters cool,
Burn now white hot,
So deep within his soul.
A place elapsed in time miss-spent,
This gift of life soon fades.
A riverbed now draped in fog,
No risk this man would take.
And now near death, he lies alone,
Past chimeras soon they fade,
A life graced once which offered worlds,
Bequeathed forever,
Sealed his fate.
As my dear friend, Larry Tyler put it, an amazing story from a great writer! I would take the liberty to appreciate the intense fervor with which you have given vent to your poetic brilliance, Johnny!
For once, I am reminded of the sand dunes in the desert of the Emirates, of Dubai in particular. Our Desert Safari guide drove us to the spot where old camels surrender themselves to death, so they could embrace Mother Nature as their grave.
It shall certainly be an honor for me to see one of your painting exhibitions, God Willing!
Thank You, Dear Johnny Johnston, for this remarkable breath of reality in its different ‘avatars.’
Overwhelmed by your commitment. Thank you for reading my work.
J
An amazing story from a great writer. Great job Johnny
As always I’m humbled. Love the layout by BC360. Just sent you a piece I had been hesitating to post with a not. Would like your opinion as it’s quite different from my other works.
J
Will check it out in a little while
Many thanks. J