Saturday, April 16, 2011


In the symphony of the night’s silent song
I have found solace, now lost for long
And when in my shallow I heart I ponder
My mind’s loneliness is nothing but wonder
And dread creeps into my weeping mind
Holding on to things I have long left behind
Show me the empty darkness, show me that blissful light.
I haven’t seen either, or weak is my sight
And when I breathe on  paper these words unseen
I sigh to muse what a mess I have been.
And when these young birds sing their ever delightful notes
On the velvet grass, I lay and lament the walls and forts
Freed from the bondage, let me walk alone
My spirit lies tied in this cage of flesh and bone.

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