If in the silence that befalls
and through the darkness hunger calls
a spark inside so deep and new
awaiting so to see it through
in shallow steps of current wade
in whispers of a soul will fade
emotions fresh and new
the sweet sweet scent of dew.
There stands a single flame so still
alive against the force of will
fighting with each flicker
hoping to be thicker.
Full of fury as the night
burning through the blindest sight
paving roads that never were
inside the still small voice of her
then I could understand
inside the palm of hand
but this and there tis plain to see
was never meant and shall not be
no matter where the prayers fall
or desperately the words they call
answers will elude the sight
drifting in the darkest night
so here in shadows thee
what was and shall not be...
one silent spirit, free.
Deo Volente
March 19, 2009
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