You've been gone for so long.
Crucified by the persecutors of truth.
Convictions held for granted.
Superstition is in high demand.
Coming in too fast, overshot the runway; taken to heart, now-
the futility of reason.
Solid-state compromisation.
Belief beyond doubt- illogic prevails.
(Sanity cannot coexist with the snow.)
Warmth from the solace of spring, the gentle embrace of the breeze;
the sun and the clouds create a kaleidoscopic painting...for our eys to view.
Strings emblazened by the outward force (the rebirth of the trees).
Bells ringing in a joyful chorus (the resurrection of green).
Ears- basking in the heartfelt eulogy: in memory of winters long past, and just past;
barely survived, we barely survived.
Winter dies just in time.
(We our reminded in the knick of time.)
You've been gone for so long, crucified by the persecuting ice;
the lack of valor in truth.
You've been gone for so long, hiding underneath the sheets of frost and ice,
hidden from our view.
Strings ring in harmony.
(We are in harmony)
Dissonance is nowhere to be found.
(As the wind blows)
Smiles fade like waves at sea.
(In our sails: fully opened)
The sounds dissipate like the rains.
(We'll need both hands on the reigns)
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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