Fragile

A good friend's brother died this weekend.  A not so subtle reminder of how fleeting life is. 

Sometimes I can't quite put into words as well as others.  So here is Horace:
"Carpe diem, quam minime credula postero."
 Loosely translated -
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.

Historical Fiction

Sat back to watch it fade away.
Following the curve of the earth
you slowly fade to gray
some Macedonian riddle lost in ruin.
Transitory as the cut stone.
Hard enough only for deception
for with the wind, the rain, the sands
of time will wear you down
back to what you once were.

Inward turned to grow a light
as palaces tower all around
and bar the hungry eyes
from the paragon deep within.
And always wonder am I trapped
here on the outside
or is it within that one finds
the tyrannical palace turned
acropolis is truly prison.