Burn Anew

A note: The earlier my work gets, the more of a tendency I had to ramble a bit when writing it, and I periodically have fits of tongue-in-cheekness or randomness. This poem isn't really bad about it, but then again, I might not post the ones that were really bad about it. It boils down to this: some of the poems I'm posting aren't my best, and I have my doubts about them. This one is kinda on the fence... for some reason I put it in a light Scottish brogue.

Burn anew, thou’rt hearts and true, I say go on but remain as you Ye love as mine, ye love as lost, We try to reckon and give it cost Our minds enswamped, the victory gone Enemies flee but the battle ‘s drawn. Wipe the sweat and tears away, me lovely, For we see a better day The time provides us history And a different way of thinking, of linking The past and present to future wanderings I meander with thee no more, but hast thou a place to go? I don’t know. Remember me fondly, little one, when the days are no longer fun Think upon the chariot and smile a while Our time together may be done, But after all the miles we’ve been, I hope it should be warmth it brings When memories come again True, I can be blue, But who wouldn’t be what lost you? And anyway, life springs anew. Do ye ken me meanin’? Sleep well and again, May dreams guide yer path, Worry not of men, Let me hear your laugh All shall come as all has been Come around and sing again. Mark Burton Tuesday, March 12, 2002, 7:38 P.M.