Saturday, April 30, 2011



Mystical -
This agony purges
A thousand souls
Years flow by
Handing in
Their by-pass tolls
Green go dry
Flutters go still
A handful of children
In morning's chill

Mystical -
Almost magical -
How these spirits work
Carrying their debts
To the forsaken world;
Unmisted, pain-gifted
Sifted through the ages
Resting mildly, dying slowly
In the woods forming stages.

Mystical -
Almost cynical -
The prize-winning array
Dawns on the world
In colorful decay

The sound of fury
Heard in a thousand moons
Trumpets announce glory
Of hardened eyes and souls

Mystical -
It's final
The day has laid
Its heaviness
And in a distance
Seen the world
Gone in frantic raid.

*Mysticism: the experience of mystical union or direct communion with ultimate reality.


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