Sere Beyond The Grave

Stirring passions fermenting youth pass in naked outstripped night. Age waits to creep across a dim. Less lit stage. Beheld by feeble flickering touches. Thoughts may submerged bend. With encroaching senility. Or stretched sharpen focus. Upon true envisaged reality. People dry up broken dispirited as bleached bone sun scorched. Through withered weathered lack lustre embittered effort. Uninspired undeveloped still unexplored depths. Are ever an embrace unknown. Ever waiting beseeching. Like far flung fabled frontiers where beasts in wilderness roam. Lost behind heathen masks from out vibrant primeval past. Are creatures culturally bound in ignorance’s traditional chains. Deprived lacking education’s adaptive innovative creativity reign. People bound by lack lustre will insatiably sit sip sup their full. People dry up husk dispirited through errant lack lustre effort. Uninspired undeveloped unseen is true potential radiant reflection. People dry up weathered. Despondent heart droops. Deficient depleted dreams vigour vaporizes vanishes. If vigil is not sustained exhilarated with vital active imagination forces. Ardently pursued quests guard intent passage through forged years. The passions of fleeting youth well may pass by navigated night. Age inscribed insatiable indomitable will pass all persons progressively by. Till point denoting death. Though all is not lost. Thought is noble birthright. Sear beyond the grave. Copyright © Terence George Craddock Written in April 1989 on the 17&27.4.1989.