What kind of wretched soul am I?
Doomed to wander writhing in this dark,
Lofty ideals of love and forevermore
So mote it be banished to depths below and remain,
Bound to the murky mire never again to be seen or felt ...

Younger days brought with it the tender swell
And promise of love's first kiss,
Tempered blights in pursuit of that passion,
Deterred me not as I reached again for one
more glimpse of enchantment ...

Stumbled through winter storms full of betrayal,
Double-edged hailstones pierced through this exposed heart,
Leaving in it's path, a lunar stream
One that bleeds from time to time,
When peacocks cry at ten past midnight
In the land of the occasional bloom ...

Dare I even for a fleeting moment in time
Consider this glimmer before me?
Promise of long forgotten sensations
Echo within this vapid hollow where I dwell,
Gentle winds of this fluttering beat
Leave bare Akashic's parchment tale of mine ...

08/25/2005

Author's Note: thinking of you ...

Posted on 12/15/2006
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