When contrary winds make havoc with our hopes And a word unwound wounds against our wish, All we were becomes the plaything of a trope, The telling and untelling of privy visions. 5 And all we were to be in times hereafter In all the endless real of dreams undreamt (Which from the day’s affairs and minor laughter Transform into important night’s portents), All the all of all our lives unlived 10 Is piffed to flinders in a scoping void That follows our undoing even unto the tracks of a gnat A moment’s wind or quieting in eve’s coming cold Will silver over quick as that. When all this in my mooning mirror comes to pass 15 One thought of you amends the ruins in the glass.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.