Waning Tension
In the fact shifting, below my graces
The path is enlightening in the mist
Open to my senses, I hear nothing
Fog enhanced being walks and does resist
Beyond the shining white shroud, finitely
I see myself in the depths of darkness
Looking outward into the starry light
Surely peeking through the shores of progress
Stammering I bask in the blinding white
Other side I ventured and sought after
I cannot see, but I smell some flowers
Each one perfectly shown not to differ
I walk into the unknown before me
But comforted by desire, secretly
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014
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