Softly, mysteriously, it will appear
Curtain thine yese if though are to adhere
It is part of the role to be in fear
Just do not try to be a seer
Listen in close
Otherwise be morose
To believe thou need not see
Inner vision is the key
I wandered to a spring...
After the vision and hearing of my final fling
I started to reconcile and think
Since, I have been left long a drink
Abrupt! The spiders caught a butterfly
Engulf in fear, stuck in the sky
Snatched in flight, when it was high
Time of night and death is nigh
Hearken ! A faint heavy whisper
'Tis the shepherd or the reaper?
If I listen... will it lead to my damnation with glee?
Could it give me my desire of being free?
Would iI conceive an ambition... spiraling in the fire?
Or finally my heart, would I aspire?
Heed for words for words... don't be scared!
Keep them cclose... don't be dared..
Opened!, as if i don't care,
The whisper vanished in the air?
Again... I could not cross into the streamline...
For there was another time I chose not to shine.
I am stuck... in the sky,
And my life is dry
Categories:
yese, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Narrative