Ocean of Joy
Cold allude my humble feet;
Withdrawing what I thought to be hope.
Modernity is behind,
Should I go back knotting the old ropes?
My heart sinks slowly with the jaded sun,
As I watch my film called life.
A tear happens, a tear happens;
God moves and I dive.
All falls, all twilight,
I drift aloof, no rope.
Something, my memory fails...
Subtle in the Kaleidoscope.
We turn, marvelously and innocent,
There is no I in the Ocean of Joy.
Fond allude my humble feet;
My hope is empty, I can Love.
Copyright © Petrus Jansen | Year Posted 2006
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