The Light

April 8, 2009
As if the earth blackened with
The tongue of ruse, absorbing
The streets with its lure of speech;
Its quickness of mind deceives
The words of the spirit spoken
Within the repented soul.
Its lies astray – alone, disturbed,
Mangled in the destruction
Of the heart’s ecstasy –
A skip of its beat, as if interrupted,
By the voice bringing comfort,
With the light of home.

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ezsmilesannemarie said...
Apr. 22, 2009 at 8:01 pm
Thanks Melissa. :]
artofthedeath said...
Apr. 22, 2009 at 1:37 am
That's beautiful! :)
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