The Moth of The Waning Year

The ailing year was on its last breath,
As autumn wedded winter,
I sat beneath that Banyan tree,
Witnessing the mirror of my life splinter...

Where was the moth that ran amok my dreams,
and shephearded my daylight to her face
whence i saw her scent... felt her voice;
And twice times did i praise God's grace...

Where was the moth that led me,
through darkness and fog opaque,
To the shaft of golden daylight,
Wherein lay beauty's bottomless lake...

Far over the meadows
And over oceans many,
I treaded with a charred soul...
But it remained as faithless as the penny...

The moth-my Adrianne's thread... is all but tangible...
The treasure for which i crave, far beyond my worth,
But even though death lies in the eventual,
The moth will always kiss the hearth.


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Well, well, i finally managed to squeeze out sometime for some creative work, though my mom was hardpressed against it. It is a poem with a rhyme scheme, one that i have not written for a looong time as finding out rhyming words can be quite harrowing (and time consuming) but i must admit... these poems do sound better than a blank verse.Now a little abt Adrianne's thread- Hercules was asked to cross a maze in which a minotaur was lurking. So a wrong turn was certain death. Hercules, being Zues's son was was helped by Adrianne (anither goddess), who gave him a ball of thread which he could keep unwinding so as to mark his path and thus he was able to come back to the point where he had taken a wrong turn. It was a kind of leading light for him. So I guess you can put the pieces together to form the meaning of the poem. Hope you liked it.