Sweet Hour of Life
Shelter lies dormant to its beckoning call,
In ellusive formation in a dream
Colors in elaborate decorum which bleed
Trees in tormented flight with arched husks;
In clever ambiance a spool of thread
Shattered by darkness proned to fear
With desolate madness in vanquished tear;
Such were the promises in ardent spring,
Chimes of cold bells would ring;
Vanquished from the burden of the innocence in flight
Aloof, to weak willed vile intention;
Would seek to learn at my next confession,
Words in elaborate decayed form;
In bitter silence to its beckoning call,
Our dreams are not enough through ivy briars;
Thorns in desolate persuasion,
In damnable heresy proned to desolation;
Yet to view a butterfly in flight with parched sphere
Often the sequence of thought is clogged by that of compromises
Twisted message within its sequential valiant,
With thick briars torn to bitter ashes sway;
Tempted in the inner torn muck of persuasion.
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2011
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