| Written: SEPT 4, 2003 |
Ah the light surrounds,
As blessedly it astounds.
The winding winds warm my vein,
Caressing me in their painful typhoon.
Nigh the dusk below,
the swirling blackness draws high.
Enveloping me in silken oblivion,
Raking, tearing me in weeping tenderness.
Insidious it lies ropes around me the darkness,
All the while whispers fall on deaf ears.
Strangling in my knowledge,
Wisdoms too huge and white to bear.
Opinions gurgle forth from parched throat,
But mercurial hands siphon off the sound.
He’ll take his learning and secrets to the stone,
Assessing it all later, once he gets back up.
For now he struggles over his fear,
His doubt, he suffers, he simply falls.
When he strikes ground the tears will color him,
Blood emotions spilling forth like sweat beads.
From a crater of pain he gets up to carry on,
I always do…
