Perpetual eclipse

Vision’s eclipse
spells fear
the veiled future
now so clear
a thousand reasons
as I hear
to not to smile
to not to smear
this face
with ecstasy’s tears


This huge sphere
waiting to tear
the only traces of hope
I wear
Destiny,
ready to sear
my dream’s pears,
ready to queer
carols, congenital to my ears


There is no peer
to proffer steers,
to stop this sudden veer;
no one to cheer
no one to veneer
only lears
with leers
and handful of spears
to mock and jeer
and stop this quest
in first gear;


All this
so hard to bear
when the spring,,
is so near...