To Be
"Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit..." -- John Milton, "Paradise Lost"
I've never felt so out of touch
With this reality
I'll always feel that only Love
Would ever make me free
And so I find myself still here
Within the garden of my fear
A snow-white apple in my hand
The deepest discord's dark demand
To Be Complete
The fire burns within my soul
Within my deepest thoughts
An argent flame in crimson, gold
My soul cannot be bought
Nor sold
I've already been lost or won
All saved or damned to be
I've seen these sights, I've felt the sun
What is eternity
To me
And so I find my soul not, here
Within this wasteland, ever near
Ah, here I find it almost sweet, to
Be Complete
Copyright © Natsirt Nav Neram | Year Posted 2005
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