Orlando Rey’s poem reads like a wake-up call, doesn’t it?
It’s Time
By Orlando Rey
If remnants of the past
Bring a familiar rumble
Of hidden scripts and causes
Neither subscribe nor rewind …
It’s Time.
Sweet landscapes
Of mirrors and shadows
Ripple the waters
Of forgotten currents
That dwindled into desistance
With vestiges of trivial promises
Abandon the road …
It’s Time.
Seclude the appearance
Of the passing clouds
The storms of the past
Are not far down …
Cease and desist
A prelude shall be sung
For a new horizon …
It’s Time.
Intricate relations abound
Casting shades of multiple tracks
Of emotions and old attachments
Shattering expectations
At the end of the chapter
Negate its existence
Close the book …
It’s Time.
Alter the game
No marked cards of presumptions
What was certain and predictable
Did not survive the test
Of the healing time
Turn the page …
It’s Time.
Invisible gates of fortuities
Plague the fields of memories
And not a trace of wisdom pervades
In opening chapters that were long closed
The time of occlusion
Has arrived … extend sails …
It’s Time.
Bewilder not!
Of unexpected crumbling of castles
Contemplate destitution as a given
And gather the thoughts at dusk
Chisel … the soul of a new dawn
And emerge …
From the winds of despair
Accept the anguish
And search for your dreams …
It’s Time.
Live the seasons as they come
Blameless and wholesome
True to countless reasons
Accept the flow of life
The turns of tides …
It’s Time.
Brava!
Awesome piece! Powerful and well-executed.
Wow, I love this.