MORTAL WORLD

(The voyage home took a million years
Across paths of conciousness and deception
Tangled in the cosmos within my own sphere
To anticipate a warm friendly reception).

The journey -
Deliberate and alone
Through the depths of pain and pleasure
To seek a piece and a place called home.

Security, love
Peace is my treasure.

Though what changes are there waiting me?
I shudder to guess
I hesitate . . .
What balance of mind is now energy?
To seek salvation is not too great. . .

When at last I rest at journey's end
My work is done, I lay my head . .
To you a message I will send -
For in this mortal world
I am dead.

01/12/2005

Author's Note: Peace

Posted on 01/12/2005
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