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I'm at the
crossroads of my -
to lose.
Each leads to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising from the of my plight
I filaments of light,
that permeate my form -
on threads I'm born.
a place where I can find
a to ease my troubled mind,
that I may glimpse
yet unseen,
a not grey -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of heaven that I can mine?
For I have waded
bland mediocrity,
watched my sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise lost here is
an Eden of natures
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
Take pity me and
back my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may more be 'whole'.
SPIRIT
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not lightly will we
that you seek.
True wisdom walks in
with adversity,
knowledge on the
of uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her
my I could not hide.
She me as no other -
viewed me a lovers eyes.
A vision of delight
pervades my -
and new feeling
I can't define,
desire for this sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet more
I could hope to understand,
she my heart -
I her hand ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of that I can call mine?
All my life I have -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a so pure
she could truly any
that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald good
and out despair.
Take pity me and
give my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may once be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF THEM
"Brand no further -
for that was lost can
be in me if your
becomes troth.
I will you with
untold,
for I am 'harvest-home' -
I am soul.
Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go -
I go thee.
Corn is the that
shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the
you in the Spring.
At they turn and
as they burn,
fall like the diamonds
that bleak brings.
>From the beginning when -
frost and flame -
the birth of the
to proclaim,
lives have been guided -
by fate,
unaltered by chamges
you try to make.
The world nkeeps on -
men still and die,
many have questions
so few try,
the answers
that you have found -
unaware of the in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which me
oceans of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my -
washed up flotsam on the
of time.
I've no to return
from I came I came
now I learned,
within us all
a dream of days not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of that I can call mine?
For years I waded
through mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of natures
- * -
All that is left of
are my memories,
days since past into
of antiquity.
Tales round the
old men who reminisce,
speak of lost and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a Winters night
she has to me -
my sorrows and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a soft voice still me,
made young once by
the that I hear.
"Come walk with me
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go
I go thee ...
I go thee."