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A Shroud

A Shroud Eyes of Autumn green, permeate the serenity of my skies. Our worlds, they seem to be stone cold – impervious to my silent cries. With each encounter- every passing moment – something dies within – for what is within may never take wing – nothing flies. This day – in the air - hangs heavy, vailed with oppressive sadness. It is this hollowness, this emptiness, that i seem to want to caress with my thoughts, my feelings, all causing such excruciating stress upon this life, already blanketed by a deep darkness, a bleak abyss. Fate – she be a black hole – this exquisite lady that devours my heart, my soul – yet seldom and only for a few hours – during our brief moments, yet my spirit soars past the bowers as I come to realize, believe that nothing beyond, flowers. This beautiful garden I see, seems to be made of stone, preferring to leave me sterile, lost and alone. Desire – what a mate she would be – such a cruel fate, for she leaves us, shipwrecked upon the shore, with a full slate of all the years that have gone before, not a light to be shone upon a possible future, no future to break at early dawn. Our worlds, you have separated with this heavy curtain leaving me wondering ?, guessing ?, so very uncertain. Ravenous is the monster !!!, as she eats away at herself, and us of age – time – we will never be putting on a shelf for another day, so best be taking hold of every opportunity - smell it, taste it, feel it, savour it and be what we will be ! The moments that are given to us, let us not let them slip away, let them live, give them a full life , do not wait another day, for life passes, so quickly away, moments come but never stay. To know what you will not give, this is what I pray ! B. J. “A ” 2 November 2nd 2006

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