Open Poetry #34 |
Trial by Ordeal |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
On a cold dark night I traced your eyes in the dimming light Watching Darkness hiding the glow of your power Walls watching your sense of belonging Confidence your only trait To the longing in your heart Of justice To meet upon Your son When they took me Your words saved me Because you could translate my vision And tell my story I was old You were young We were ageless We had no choice I had no hope They circled the tent My life on your breath As custom dictates The dance of my dreams From which I never woke In your eyes My life Within you For when the blackness comes And you have become My mother And I my father's son Then as custom dictates I must meet justice And on all I must stake |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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we were ageless (sigh) |
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