Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Who

Twirling, swirling, bright flames
In the darkness of night
Within the underground games,
Where I can see no light
Only deep temptations
To ends of sensations.

I hiked among the rocks
And the vicious rapids,
Tried to soak these dark locks.
Nature you can't impede
In your search for reason
All throughout the season.

Questions only destroy
The beauty these employ
And the delightful joy

Of a spirit that longs
For something that is real
More than the joyful songs,
For something I can feel
In the world of the fake.
On hopeless leaves, they rake.
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