Young men

The motto of the afternoon

Is daylight through the wind

Where others who need to absolve

And build a love within

Within itself – where solitude

Is clearer than the day

And yet – when night-time lends itself

It’s more than what’s portrayed

In mirror – one’s reflection sought

Is hindsight in one’s soul

That renders moist a need to vent

Outpourings from the whole

The whole is but a part of what

Is seen in ocean’s far

Where one will reach beyond to feel

The night-sky and the stars

A star – a soul – one’s loneliness

Over-ridden by a thrall

Like a man with pants around

A leg pressed ‘gainst a wall

The motto lost – the daylight gone

One’s lover soon to fold

Past adventure – it is clear –

Young men – in time – grow old.

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