A Stalemate Epiphany
Imagine imagine
The forest clandestine,
The waterfall, sinless and grand.
Alone in the stillness,
A heart-halting illness,
Beleaguers you, seizing command.
Affairs of the vengeful,
So darkly and dirgeful,
So beautifully stated with lust.
With fate you are weighted,
With passion created,
But constantly lacking in trust.
Discordant and jarring,
Emotions are barring,
The musical mystics are spry.
In heaven artistic,
In hell optimistic,
On earth realistic, they die.
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009
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