A Youthful Tomb

Long years have fleeted by

With imaginary demons

Wanting to escape

The nightmare of orthodoxy

The lonesome visions.

Colorful dawns impressed upon the mind

Those lurking dangers of wild love

An untasted breeze and a chilling tenderness

With a touch of fervent tenderness

The wrinkled hands now mockingly forge

The rubies and diamonds scoured from a ruined life

My tomb will forever be youthful

For buried will be a heart of constructive passions!