PHILOSOPHER’S STONE

The Sword of Damocles

Hangs perilously above

The ashes in your mouth

Will never harbor love

Your unleashed hurricane

But a storm in a teacup

A drop in the ocean

Is your diamond in the rough

You beat the howling air

Sow from the barren sand

Spend you wasted breath

Like the silver from your hand

Take the pennies from your eyes

Let your heart fall silent

The burning wings of Hope

Will quiet discontent

Dawn’s promises are true

But belief is a must

Or philosopher’s stones

Will turn gold into rust

©March 5, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

METAPHORS EXPLAINED:

1st Stanza-the lust of power destroys true love

2nd Stanza-making something out of nothing

3rd Stanza-stop wasting time on hopeless things

4th Stanza-hope can restore faith

5th Stanza- believe in the promise of a new tomorrow