Friday, May 30, 2025

Into The Morning

Into The Morning

 

After making love

As the light from the hall

Faintly shines

A beacon of reality

Conflicting with my dreary dreams

I embrace your warm body

Secure in my arms

Deeply satisfied

For the moment, only for the moment

I have a secret

Encrypted in the language of stars

I am an astrologer

A seer of visions

A prophet of things yet to come

It haunts me

Like the satisfaction coursing through my bones

Wars and rumors of wars

The bitterest one

Fought in the psyche of my being

I weep for the children

Born for the slaughter

Who will never know a blue sky

Or be able to drink

From the refreshing fountains

Of God's green Earth

But you with your heavy breath

Are oblivious of the holocaust

On the horizon

Cannot you read the signs of the times?

Am I the only one not blind?

Or is denial such a potent aphrodisiac

And all the wise men

Subtly seduced 


POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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