harder than iron
more fragile than a rose.
Lord, how the days pass
Prayer is not a chance, a toil.
It wants to leave me
learnt to give me love
Now it wants to go.
Of course! you want to go
to slip down the endless slope
of uncertainity and limitation.
Its one thing to learn about the past
and another
to put it on a long lead
walk away and see if it follows ...
Inside, spirits wander majestically,
kneeled on cavern floors
shielded in hooded cloaks
a shindig that lasts until dawn.
Lifeless, I grasp you
too fragile to stand the winter frost,
My God! Why not indeed?
Even though only a seductive gleam ...
I begin my journey.
KNS