Oh! Wilderness!
My friend from the futile land
I, a devoid soul, of emancipation
Of the wilder lands—
Where covets and virtues of the past
Do not have their say.
The morbid authority of present
Does not have its reign.
And, you from the epitome of pulsating catharsis,
Where—
The falsifying dreams of redemption
Doesn’t bite with it’s jaws
And, doesn’t gnaw with it’s claws!
I seek you
Over and throughout
Where dark alleys do not contain
Souls weeping it’s heart out
Like never-ending rain shower.
I seek you
A longing for the warmth
Where the scorching desert suns
Do not burn the nativity down
Into human ashes!
I seek you
Like in a search for the continuum
Where meek hearts don’t dare to sedate themselves
In the near fear of the dragon inside—
Themselves!
Oh! Wilderness, my friend
I dream of you—
As a mother gazelle teaches its fawn to nibble grass leaves at dawn
As a clear stream runs south drenching the feeble land
As a man who forgives the crime of a mute with silence
And, as a smile that brightens up the face of a child
—herein, a meek human heart
Dreams of you!
Oh! Wilderness—
You shall be the rays of hope when I run dry,
Oh! Wilderness—
You shall be the joy when I wrench my heart out for a cry,
Oh! Wilderness—
You be the ivy wrath I shall put on when I’m to die!
Dear wilderness,
Let there be no servitude—
Only be there a desire—
To conquer the vacancy in the soul—
The eternal fear of eternity
And, the end of it!
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
Oh! Wilderness!
My friend from the futile land
I, a devoid soul, of emancipation
Of the wilder lands—
Where covets and virtues of the past
Do not have their say.
The morbid authority of present
Does not have its reign.
And, you from the epitome of pulsating catharsis,
Where—
The falsifying dreams of redemption
Doesn’t bite with it’s jaws
And, doesn’t gnaw with it’s claws!
I seek you
Over and throughout
Where dark alleys do not contain
Souls weeping it’s heart out
Like never-ending rain shower.
I seek you
A longing for the warmth
Where the scorching desert suns
Do not burn the nativity down
Into human ashes!
I seek you
Like in a search for the continuum
Where meek hearts don’t dare to sedate themselves
In the near fear of the dragon inside—
Themselves!
Oh! Wilderness, my friend
I dream of you—
As a mother gazelle teaches its fawn to nibble grass leaves at dawn
As a clear stream runs south drenching the feeble land
As a man who forgives the crime of a mute with silence
And, as a smile that brightens up the face of a child
—herein, a meek human heart
Dreams of you!
Oh! Wilderness—
You shall be the rays of hope when I run dry,
Oh! Wilderness—
You shall be the joy when I wrench my heart out for a cry,
Oh! Wilderness—
You be the ivy wrath I shall put on when I’m to die!
Dear wilderness,
Let there be no servitude—
Only be there a desire—
To conquer the vacancy in the soul—
The eternal fear of eternity
And, the end of it!
