William is maudlin.
Yellow as sunlight in the morning, twenty years old
Tossing and turning, William is a brave soul.
Sentimental, lonely
Close to his chest, tangled in his lungs
The angst would define him for my eyes.
Molecules are rewarding through the night
And then destroyers in the day.
A tongue that loves the cycle,
But a mind that detests it,
He often thinks of a career
That comes to an end.
What feels like a century,
And the rootless struggle of the daily grind
Dreams come with the tide, warm and sweet
And with the red light of twilight,
They become greener and icy in his riverbed.
Unlike mine, his truth is wider and clearer
A soft voice and hug, tender like a melody
William's soul costs more than the sun
For me.
(This picture was taken by me in Joensuu, Finland)
Hello dear writers of Hive, today I wanted to share this short piece that I have been writing and rewriting, erasing, and constructing again. William is a fictional character that has lived with me for over a decade. I see him live inside of countless men, including myself.
I guess that this poem (if I may dare to call it that) is a reflection of the intrinsic sensibility inside of some of us, those who live in an endless battle for the discovery of things, like purpose, meaning, and wisdom.
As everything, life is consuming, and the clock keeps ticking, so I constantly think that we should try and stick to discipline to make our life better, and be true to ourselves to live the life that we really want to live, without harming others, and making the most of every day. Thank you very much for taking the time to stop by.
Until next time! Greetings.
Cesar.
