Multifold Prosaic Journey

[Irish.Cursory]

Arise and wake the day.
Let me tell you happened.

Out the door and down the road
The earth behind the gates was old
The night wind was stinging to the bone
I cursed the ground that drew you down below
Sole departing whisper in the darkness of your sight:
I long to look to the east, and face the light​

 

[Irish.Cursory]

The evening shade shall spread across the fields
The light of dawn eventually yields
The pale white moon shall cast her watchful eye
And traipse her sullen journey 'cross the sky

Within the pall of darkness on the land-
Serenity, for ever close at hand
The crimson light of dawn hails from the east
While errant shadows flee from her increase

Here is the secret quotient to be mused upon:
Beloved entities are never truly gone​

 

[Irish.Cursory]

On this life's long journey to find a meaning
Time without love passes so very slowly
In the vast cold night not knowing release of
Dawn, for its slumber

And so I still move in a constant sojourn
Through a wasteland still with a hope to guide me
Like a bright star shining in night's blue mantle
Beckoning onward -

This, my long sought end to the endless dreaming
Full of lush rich pleasure, oasis verdant
Or the cruel sands weaving their tricks of vision
Beckoning onward

But rewards much more than before encountered
Chance the lots now cast to decide my favor
I, with a faith and love and hope so steadfast
Follow your starlight.​

 

[Irish.Cursory]

Yes, I know. But prose can become poetry given meter and rhyme.