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Edwin Salas Poem
On this peaceful solitude I stand
A barren golden area trampled by me
Miles and miles and miles I’ve walked
Empty-handed, broken-hearted, mind-numbed
Relentless destiny, you’ve fooled me
I’ve found nothing to fill my hands’ void
Hearts are hobos and souls are minxes
Both have abandoned me in the darkest corner
Thorn me in my chest, you enemy of mine
Sweet me not if a vow of silence I shall take
Fur me at night finger tipped by your presence
Foretell to me like Cassandra would
Remind me not what my ears won’t hear
Minds are jesters and tongues are vipers
Both have taken me under their wings
Like a swallow during its night flight would
Hopeful hope rain down on me
As teardrops of a widow’s mourning
Running across her cheeks
Armful arms, sun on me
As diamonds hanging off a chandelier
Illuminating a ballroom floor
Alas, I wander and wander through Realworld
I’m still searching for what I don’t have
I know one day I’ll reach the moody skies
And kiss the ground of Dreamworld,
Oh silver-lining dream of mine, ever be.
Copyright © Edwin Salas | Year Posted 2009
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