Seeking out unheeded voices <br />When wilted asters crack silence <br />Pondering days of green-eyed he <br />While shriveled leaves descend gently <br />Softly swaying, meeting the prairies <br /> <br />The wind! The sea! The clouds <br />Idle eyeing the earthly ground <br />Weighing matters to console him self <br />Navel gazing shadows of his quest <br />What name shall he bequeath behind? <br /> <br />Iniquitous schemes made for affluence <br />He asked himself “Am I ready to shell out my doings? ” <br />Matters were on roots of feat? <br />Summer teased, amity vanished <br />Plucked just buds by torment and greed <br /> <br />The wind! The sea! The clouds <br />Idle eyeing the earthly ground <br />Such a doleful view from the sky <br />None comes to give a rose to his hand <br />No one shares a marsh to his arid life <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />10th of December,2009<br /><br />Catrina Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-arid-life/
