Tuesday, November 3, 2009


I wonder...
As the moon gazes down on me,
Solemn; Weeping serenity, gasping
love, hope, desire;
Leaving me spent, tearing at the anguish
of Human Frailty, my own failures.
Do you see how I long?
Crickets chant a cadence of peace
yet hate rules my dark world.
Does God see, painfully weep
as we flog and flounder our way through eternity,
seeking meaning?
I am dying by inches, by minutes my love.
Hold me in this moment; Vague visions haunt me --
The moon sighs with dusky passion,
silent gasping;
Hope, love tears
at this house of cards, failings of
my Human Frailty...

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