| | A wounded heart left bleeding,
requires some repose,
I myself am needing,
it's life, the way it goes.....
Samhain came, and did provide,  commitment from within,
the harvest done from times ago, a brand upon my skin,
a pentacle handcrafted, so my hands can work again,
and go on now with tasks I've found, ready to begin.
I myself am ready, a willingness to give,
necessary options, for the life I find to live.
And then....
Chaos ensues upon Order. The battle wages.
Love, and only love can win. I know this.
A melancholy drift of words settles on my soul,
knowing that I know inside the key to make me whole,
and someone understanding in this life my only goal.
I'd like for you to walk with me, along the path we find,
knowing life is simple, as we leave the world behind,
to lose ourselves in circumstance, and forget about the time,
as I become defeated, my will lost within this rhyme.
And then....
Savory hills of splendor encompass all around me,
as your lost memories return,
several moments ago you told me this.
For me to know,
is not enough,
I must experience
the long fall to earth
once again,
and know that
once again,
I'm but a man.
Alabaster voices chide me for being here,
in this place of self-denial,
and I know I don't belong,
and that I also
know the way back home.
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| | Posted 11/3/2009 11:02 PM - 12 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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