THE JEWEL

THE JEWEL

Oh, the 

Stars

Twinkle

While the

Breeze

Gently blows

Below, the

Ground

Stands empty

Of humanity...

Only the

Past lingeres

In and among

Fallen

Stones

That once

Housed

Life.

All is 

Gone

Dispersed 

Like the

Words of

A song 

Sung

By the

Stars that 

Have

Seen it all.

The breeze

Is the 

Music

Of what

Is

And what

Was

And what

Is to come

Is

Hidden

In the

Passage of

Every minute

On life's 

Clock...

It hangs

Like

A jewel,

From the.

Neck of

The sky.

It is

The passing

Of whiles!

   FREDERIKA MENEZES