Perpetually Lost
Of the many roads that I have taken
the many words which I have forsaken
Never could my passion bring
The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks
Gloom, the comfort of my tears
Tears, the instrument of my fears
Fear, the ransom paid of daring to dream
Dreams, the reward for all my gloomy ideals
Come! Feel the bronzie-blood upon my sleeves
Tilting Forcibly in that brazen breeze
Groaning for you to release thee
Begging in silence, pleading devotee....
Floating,
Hoping,
Wandering,
Despairing
,Fearing
,Soothing
,Exhaling
, Calming ...
Once again, once, .... again
What more can I attain
Must I dare to say
Drifting,
slowly,
dis-mem-ber-ed prey
Date : 4 Feb 2016 ( Inspired by Beethovens Moonlight Sonata )
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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