Hope: Merge With the Large
money, always, easily slipped
through my fingers
lands that i tried to own also slid
quickly from my hand
the bed i slept in the night
someone else secretly
occupied in the day
the juvenile bird i cuddled
in my bosom
to give warm comfort and a nest
flew away to build her own
my remains too, soon
the fire will consume
leaving, perhaps, my soul
to merge with that larger soul
that welcomingly smiles
from behind the veil
Copyright © Henry Victor | Year Posted 2014
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