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
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