Poems

Where Lies Future?

Where lies future? Curious,
I stare into the daylight
as the sun smiles glorious,
faint hope blooms to my delight.

I reach for the galaxy,
stretching to touch the starlight.
Clouds snowed on my fantasy,
turning me numb with frostbite.

It must be my delusion;
Life, I know is a tutor.
Yet remains the confusion.
So I ask, where lies future?

Note: The poem is written in Ae Freislighe. (It’s an Irish style of poetry.)

________________________________________________________________________________________