Ardor of Obligation
Out of every obligation that I had in passing made
To connect the very fibers that had long begun to fade
I declared the truest value and pressed on yet unafraid
with the rap tap tapping of the wicked wind upon my back
When the fibers broke in pieces and declared I was a thief
then I went to knees of ardor, weeping in this wild grief
for I truly had a notion that would obligate belief
to be held in sacred passing though intention I may lack
As the wind began to snicker and to smile and to laugh
I implored the standing sunrise to react on my behalf
but the smoke of broken promises in swirls began to waft
and I shook a thousand shivers through the haze
With this obligation fervor that had brought me to my knees
I compelled my thinking process broken down yet by degrees
to relieve the wind of laughter dying down to just a breeze
making sure integral honor and my obligation stays.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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