As does a fitful cloud...

As does a fitful cloud, today it rains, rains, rains.
      And all of this week even still has it
                                        rained, rained, rained.
Yet such a week would seem to be a reflection of a
                                        confused man's heart.

Were it not for such a mood set in his ill-weighted breast,
          such a precipitous time might seem but a waste.
      But he does not fear it so,
              for many an indecipherable situation
        has purported to set his mood so
                        - and an effective purport that it was.

But for being indecipherable say I only since
      his quiet, analytical mind hadst not found
          the key by which he could understand their nature,
            or the guidance which may have been their motive.

When one spends such an extended time
          planning, plotting, and rehearsing his future,
      How is he not to be formidably lost
          when sweet and selfish Life's crafty
    henchmen create a future far unexpected and selfishly unknown?

If only one couldst find the treasure by which
      sweet and selfish Life might be contrived to
          use her guiles in that one's favour,
      or at the very least to show such an one wherein
          his future lies.

But sweet and selfish Life cannot be bought,
      for she is the owner of all men's hearts,
          able to play a game or take revenge upon
              any such one.
      Being so has she no need
          for anything such a man might give,
              by which he would buy his freedom.

So it was for the fair and queenly nymph Kalypso,
      having every need at the tips of her very fingers,
          who but held strong and clever Odysseus as a companion,
      though only for a pleasure her own.
Yet it was but at the behest of the thoughtful goddess grey-eyed Pallas Athene,
      - equally self-fulfilling in all her delights -
              that stately Zeus, son of Kronos, sent his swift messenger Argeiphontes
                                          - the winged Hermes -
to entreat that Odysseus be given leave to make his way
            back to his beautiful, circumspect Penelope.

But here still, it rains, rains, rains,
      and this man has none such as the wise and thoughtful, grey-eyed Athene
          who would free him of Life's selfish, misleading ways
              that he might hold the reigns of his own destiny.
                                - end -

        - February 25, 2006