Eons of Suns
All the scores of youthful lusts divide
Within the decadence of brilliant days.
I am rendered speechless, in the desperation the age brings forth;
Could it have been you who brought me here to waste along the wind?
Could it have been a garden night that so enraged me,
To take you, at once, my silent, loving bride?
To sever centuries is to deny the light of truths and fables.
What an unjust age can bring to an eon of suns,
Prejudices and mockeries that once sizzled and burned but never broke,
Now rise in the collective mind and thoughtless haze.
Beats that can’t understand the defiance of rhythm
Betray the eternal symphony: the sacred life and casts of memories, wounds unhealed.
Colleen lives in Hagerstown, Maryland and is a student at Hagerstown Community college, majoring in general studies. When she transfers, she will be majoring in journalism.