there must be reason…

copyright cwmartin 2011

in this age
of reason
it was no surprise
that when reports
began to filter-in
of a flower
that made old men
young
and vital again
removing all the infirmities
life had bestowed
upon them
by just
breathing its fragrance
that great men
would come together
to explore
the story
men of
science and magic
each
with views
and reasons
for the powers
of the flower of life
their debates
raged on for days
soon wars
were fought
those who tended
the flower died
outside the sacred walls
on the battlefields
of  reasonable inquiry
and self-declared justice
and so it was
that with no one to care
for it
the flower
died

quarter past the hour…

copyright cwmartin 2011

the hour
has passed
and death
once again
has spared you
so
you may save
your despair
for
just awhile longer
but do not
get too comfortable
with this life
the fragrance
of tomorrow
may be strong
but
the winds
of death
are stronger

in that moment…

copyright cwmartin 2011

the fragrance
of a memory
lingers
sudden spring showers
a country road
tall grass
bowing
to a gentle breeze
blue eyes blurred
with tears
a story told
a hand extended
then embraced
the sharing of all
and
the holding tight
to what
will never be

wait…

hold your breath
and do not move
the scent of death
is in the air
a strong  fragrance
so alluring in night
when you’re alone
with your tears
paging through  memories
as if history
could be willed
to change
with your thoughts
the mesmerizing scent
seems to flow beneath your feet
embracing
crawling
up your body
reaching for your mind
trying to close-off
all thoughts
of
tomorrow