The Color of Thirst
Each time I look
For the Holy Grail
I see myself lost
In the circle of stones, encircling my shadow
And their glow mesmerizing its aura
And what is it, or what it isn’t
That lingers outside the circle
Captivated my heart that made me perceived—
I wanted to untangle my shadow
From the orb web it slept with years
To seek that awareness
Of dot growing into contentment
To leave that rhythm of life it lived with obedience
Oh, I am not quite sure
If I knew then about what is the color of
Thirst really mean to each cup I used
Ah, what would become of those stones
Without me inside the circle, or when time
Had stopped my desire?
The only thing I knew of myself was
This pen, cuddling
My thoughts
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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