The cold light of day--
Bowing down to a God
That cannot hear a single
word that you say..
Has brought you here and now
to the foot falls of
yesterday's sorrows..
I can still taste the
salt from her lips..
The smell of sweat,
smoke from cigarettes-
Bourbon soaked regrets..
And the stillness just
before the dawn..
How often we tend to
lose ourselves
within circular patterns
of beaten paths and
doors that fail to open
when politely asked..
Gradually the falling
snowflake touches the ground..
A flower can only be
picked once..it's beauty
a soon forgotten memory
of time..As was the love
we'd shared..
Laughter heard on the
wind..I can still remember
the touch of her skin..
The sparkle in her eyes
and what others might
call sin..One day you're
a kaleidoscope pony..
the next day you're all
out of money..And so the
vicious cycle continues..
Within itself a conundrum,
a cerebral roadblock--
Of lust, escapism, slavery
and pain..Here kitty kitty--
A note left on the table..
A burned-out candle..
A spilled bottle of vino..
That night the camel
passed through the
eye-of-the-needle..
and into your vein..
Your troubles are no more..
Your pain is gone now..
Your soul is free to soar..
Fly away now..into the Sun..
Fly away now..it's where
you and I belong..
By Rick Weber
August 15, 2013
copywritten
2013
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