Secrets
risen in most places
As songs of tomorrow
glance at the light on a
sweet horizon,
swirling winds
paralyzed my passion
and drag our empty soul
through a blind odyssey
precipitations of a silver cord
meaningless searching for refuge
inside a careless illusion,
The Time Keeper
arrived abruptably with
The Scrolls of our life
Wishful serenity has left us
a promise of never return
until darkness is anihilated
from The presence of all.
Intricate memories of young
and restless enduring
misconceptions of finding
themselves on bended knees
reflecting our journey
in front of mirror laying
The ground where
lost brothers walked
on a quest of freedom...
Rony Joseph
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008
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Comments: 5
Thanks for posting to Gather for Art.
However, this is marvelous writing - I absolutely love this poem!
God Bless