Garden of Poetry

Where do you wander, errant knight,
In adamant hope of success?
What noble deed inspires your flight?
What fight does your effort address?

Is life really what you esteem?
Or is illusion what you know?
Have you added up all you dream?
Shall you truly reap what you sow?

Are you sure that you shall arise
At the end of your enterprise?
The moment before you die,
Cast your gaze up to the sky,

When stained glass images of light
In your mind are all that remain,
And the cold fragments of your plight
Settle down around you like rain.

~ Daniel F Mitchell