Killing Joy
Within the pearled
half-light of morn',
in the stilled silence
of the first breath
I watch opaque dreams
drift to and fro,
un-lighting the last star
unhitching illusions
the black silk sheet of night
is pulled back
and white silt skies of day
roll out
again,
in this never world
I entertain grand designs
serving them respect
with small glances,
filled with the denial
of an ounce of lunacy
the kookaburra is silent
the morning song
has canceled forever,
I breathe the dust of sadness
nevermore, how can I dance in life?
when death is in my veins
Surrounded by the essence of life,
I am the agony,
in the joy of this world.
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2014
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