Fortune Poem by Dark Cloud

Back and forth these days
Precious mementos fall away
And as I duck to search
Destruction’s narrowly averted
Up ahead
Such a quaint afternoon
The coffee shop has a jazzy mood
Quietly with a cup of java
I Record my life’s progress
Each line more colorful-
Then the one before
As sorrow turns to melody
My quiet brown eyes melancholy
Following intently-
The metaphors I manifest
A slight pause for effect
As invisible spirits stare over my shoulder
Wondering what I will write next