Lines

in silence speak the lines upon my face
expressing with more eloquence and grace
the moments that inspired their deposition
than any words I form as composition

Will

what charges nature’s passions
the head itself can rule no heart
it can but desires fashion
’tis flesh unbound the will imparts

Transients

we hold no tenure on the earth
but are mere transients
just passing through
until we reach the next world

Perspective

the shore may be golden
and bright shines the morning sun
but a fish beached by the tide
gasps its last moments.