This...

This that I shall never be

Will take to sky and by wind flee
In haste from that which makes me so
This that is I surely know

Never shall the twain entwine
For that which is shall dull and shine
Shall fade and glow by sun or moon
Atop the moments far and soon

They simply wont though they may try
Dance together as they fly
For that would be much like the thought
Of south beside the point of north

Polar points of space indeed

That I know and that I bleed
So love me, hate me, do your will…
This soul that is will marvel still!

D.V.
September 28, 2012.