The Sighs of Time
R.S. Doad


Two caravans set out

Across the leagues of desert dunes

One to the East, One to the West

In an age greatly before this


And thus shadow pervaded day

So as to make night’s soothing embrace

A strangling throttle

Of breaths forever lost


Forgotten was the friendship

Scattered laid the chains of former alliance

Bobbing windswept they ambled

Through fate’s pooled mirage


Try as they might, damned were the memories

To awash resolute and unyielding 

With the amber anguish of separation


Forgotten had they

That those adjoined by His scythe

Risk the wrath of time’s sighs


In an innocent stupor

Had the moon proclaimed its pride

And thus shackling the sun’s selflessness


Mistaken were they both

To part over such a trifle

As ignorant is the observer who did view,

The moon’s beauty in absence of the sun’s blaze


With the scorching heat fashioning a crossroads

They did pause, to turn about, and clasp hands

Turning the sandy plains green with lush life

And time’s sighs with love’s laughs