Carpe Diem (Revisited)

                                               By Mory Keita

When ye shall grow old from old ages,

In thirty falling seasons of leafy days,

Ye shall not be whom ye desire,

Under leaves yer soul shall grow old too:

In summer ye shall walk under falling leaves,

Seeking yer old self under breezy winds,

But ye shall not find muse in its beauty,

For yer summer days shall grow old too.

In winter ye shall walk under falling snow,

Ye shall be alone in cold days in a coat,

Alas! cold shall whelm yer endurance,

For yer bones shall grow old of old days.

Beware of old ages, live yer youth in warmth,

For ye shall never live these days once more.

Original post,here.

Carpe Diem (Revisited)

Without you

                         

By Mory Keita

Under your spell, beneath your gaze

Dig the grave and let me lie in forever.

Glad to brave oblivion and solitude,

Glad to face you at every awakening

Glad to close my eyes to your fair smile.

Glad to live and breath but your perfume.

I shall seek neither sun nor moon, my love,

for your beauty is the sole light I crave.

So Shine my love, feed my soul with your light,

For without you life is like a barren horizon.

Without you