Harbinger
by Andrew Romero
Haste the day the
harbinger comes
With songs of loyalty
and triumph
The sounds of life
exude pain
The silence of
existence is eternal
Death saddles his
horse
At the living’s
lamentation
He rides unto the
cradle
Listening for Ataturk
Upon release he
kneels
In respect for the
deceased
At this he takes them
within his bosom
Thrashing they vie
for life
His icy embrace calms
their tenacious fire
The horseman rides on
To father time, with
emptied hourglass
Onwards he rides unto
oblivion
Copyright 2012 Andrew Romero
Copyright 2012 Andrew Romero
My son Andrew recently turned 18 and will graduate from high school this year. Sigh...expect to see some nostalgic mama writes from me. He writes poetry and wrote this piece a few months ago. Also, he predicted, on the day of the Super Bowl last year, that the Seahawks would play in the Super Bowl this year. Poet and possibly prophet? Proud mama, no doubt.