Layers
For all the complex science of my mind
The crow still flies
For all the profound answers man may find
The sea still sighs
For all the glass and steel from which cities rise
And fabled disciplines new perches find
Archeologists explore their predecessors demise
Sifting over things that stare us blind
I want to stand alone in moonlight and night
And kiss your lips again
And need no answers breath or clothes is tight
With passion in my vein
The truest that comes when all my joys in flight
Manifest their meaning to my domain
Or children playing ring games while logs burn bright
The sweet harvest of the latent pain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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