sitting at the old oak table
sipping on cold redemption
thinking back to when i was
not some one else, but far less than myself...
turning memories over to
discover the fossiled id
and the ambered ego"
damaged, dismembered,
by the time of slow, low moving sadness...
that created glacial time..
now, exploring
the barren forest,
like an inquisitive tourist
hoping to find the keys
to the locks that i left behind
whyfor i will never know...
but the former self has hidden the relics all too well....
(and we bless them to
their hidden eternity)
and the cages remain sound
the lack of treasure, remains
unfound.
...and i .....and i....and i
can retrace my steps...back
to the days ....of serenity...
and forsake the turbulance
for the promise of sunnier days......
sitting at the old oak table
sipping on redemption
...warm and refined....
turning....beauty over
to see....your love reflected
...
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
sitting at the old oak table
sipping on cold redemption
thinking back to when i was
not some one else, but far less than myself...
turning memories over to
discover the fossiled id
and the ambered ego"
damaged, dismembered,
by the time of slow, low moving sadness...
that created glacial time..
now, exploring
the barren forest,
like an inquisitive tourist
hoping to find the keys
to the locks that i left behind
whyfor i will never know...
but the former self has hidden the relics all too well....
(and we bless them to
their hidden eternity)
and the cages remain sound
the lack of treasure, remains
unfound.
...and i .....and i....and i
can retrace my steps...back
to the days ....of serenity...
and forsake the turbulance
for the promise of sunnier days......
sitting at the old oak table
sipping on redemption
...warm and refined....
turning....beauty over
to see....your love reflected
...
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