Me And Myself … 1203-2k13

As we watch the drifting clouds Me and myself, a lonesome consign Together we gaze and gape woven intricate nature's design hold us confounded simpletons web and weft of so many bands we see but we know not descent of hour glass sands no handkerchief ready to pick trickled drop from our eye no hand to caress tender softly as in unison we exhale our sigh pebbles we fling out at dusk tinkle and clink with passing time fading our echoes and waning light slowly edge closer to an eternal rhyme burnt hulk from meteoric strike a silent scream unheard so loud echoing somber rip and tatter of a soundless shadowy shroud