Cloud and Flame
Time, master of all that changes in an instant
Where what I am becomes a monument of you
Little do I know that it is not I that governs any instance
This small world which keeps itself together in balance
Tempted to wonder more than what I could behold
In my mind and its bounds the ideas being told
Where the world is not to be put in words
But felt as broken heartbeats and composed with thirds
Truth be told at times I do not fully understand
The intricacies of the world on which I here stand
Where others live by with a fragment of the whole
I at times feel missing, as if not of this world
Maybe one day I’ll find a place to call home
Michael Aquilina 26.08.2023