Oneself
If a man canst know his heart
can he walk amongst the sullen shadows
as the river that doth part-
Hidden within the river of hidden memories
piety of a soul that always sees
to live within the valley of oneself
is to always be so free-
Man cannot see the oceans
or the recesses of hidden time
he knows not each moment given unto death
or the whispers upon the withered roses breath-
So this hour gives us life
and this life given unto me
hold my hand within the storm
and we will dance upon the raging sea-
Copyright © Angel Padua | Year Posted 2010
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