The dead poet falls distinctively
Silent with his mind at rest
His heart & soul have separated
Leaving society at arms to obtain reality
Before his beauty is lost eternally
To the Earths sweet marrow.
The snow spreads it's blanket of disease
To ensure the common sheep's aspiring
For winter has arrived in full force
To isolate us from the only cure -
An untimely sun rising slow
Leaves us to wake with the stars.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
The dead poet falls distinctively
Silent with his mind at rest
His heart & soul have separated
Leaving society at arms to obtain reality
Before his beauty is lost eternally
To the Earths sweet marrow.
The snow spreads it's blanket of disease
To ensure the common sheep's aspiring
For winter has arrived in full force
To isolate us from the only cure -
An untimely sun rising slow
Leaves us to wake with the stars.
Written October 12, 2008- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart