Drink When Thirsty

Within a vast sea 
under a calm and distant sky
is a secret solace known to few.
This is a place of peace, 
silence, and tranquility.
Here dwells knowledge in the purity of living, 
simply breathing life into a glorious texture of emotional bliss. 

High on the oldest tree are the words Drink when thirsty.
Masked phantoms move past, 
with a ceaseless breeze against their backs. 
They speak in riddles with jigsaw mouths, 
in mirror eyes they watch themselves.
Evening falls again. 
Day has closed her eye to another freckled veil of starlit hue.
A memory, now lightly nudging my shoulder,.. 
I see again their dances,.. around autumn fires,.. 
when the forest floor smelled of dry leaves, 
and the moon spilt shadows though naked trees.
Moistened now I drink life's sorrow, 
I tastes life's joy, 
and death awaits with menacing indifference.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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