Sep 30, 2013


with confidence I encompass my blame
yet, I am not be able to wet the flame,
or hear the love from soft spoken night,
or taste the goodness in life's fine wine,

for I've seen the last moon fade up close,
I've felt the jerk in a rabbit's knotted tail,
smelled a lonesome breath wither upon me,
it is the same voice I've listened to calmly,

when suddenly the vigor is gone,
like the spark in the mirror, the empty,
nest syndrome , the promising sin,
your soul becoming sucked within,

you see yourself inside a seed,
once again wishes start to bleed,
for reincarnation to blossom at your feet,
a slaved spirit lounging in immortality.

jhp ©2012-2013

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