Open Poetry #40 |
The Lord Sleeps |
marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
This is not the end As they smile it, Framed in the happiness of hate When seen through glistening eyes, Temporarily blinding, The flower from the sun... This is not the beginning As you frown it, Framed in the hopes of dreams When seen from the soul's eyes Seemingly awakening, The consciousness from a thought... This is the essence of infinity, That feeling of a child's innocence, Perhaps an unfaithful man's hunger, Or the twinkling indifference of the eve's humbleness... Do you ever stop that moment's worry, To feel the contradiction of unseen kisses, As you awake each day? Trust in the truth of my pen, Over your own misguided fears and hopes Because this is neither your dream nor mines; For we are just this moments thought, Of Gods peaceful slumber and shame. Marcel |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Absolutely wonderful write! Keith, you are evolving in your expression and in your depth of talent. |
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