Beauty surrounding a world made of dust,
no carpet to sweep it under, just the realization
of truth, understanding, and purification..
Solitude contributes, a time to listen to the
silence, a time where clouds show a pinkish
haze, a moment to close the book of fools,
a time to open the book of wisdom..
Lift thickness of confusion, close the
door that cools a room, filled with warmth,
no time to search, no time to devour, food
of the gods not for a tempting drifter..
Alarms sound out from a distant believer,
where you wonder you shall not stay, not
for one reason but many, you have chosen
to be alone, to gather your thoughts, your
fallen statue, an angel from a distant time
and place..
Knowledge reflection captures, not the
weaken heart, captures the forbidden
fruit, red, filled with flavor, a verse from
a written song, where dreams became
illusions, and illusions dreams..
Aware, still walking among the misty
nights, the verse no longer a song,
only shallow words you thought of
once upon a time, that brought you
closer to an untouched dream..
