Returning to the palebeautiful,
A fragile elegance that does not weep
Returning to the everything,
A broken moment that does not bleed
Resigned desire, forgotten devour
I was inspired to lit afire every rose
To engulf the air with the tenderness in which I breathe
How dearly the petals burn
How they fall on the lake beside me
Winds passing along the surface-
Delivering blazed captures of soul infirmities to be extinguished
Imagined reality, dying reincarnation
I was yearning for a heaven covered in ice
A cold expanding beyond the light-years of misery in which I’ve sought
How the atmosphere tastes of frostbitten time
How the angels seem like helpless birds,
Wondering why they have not been saved
And why,
Empathy does not run in this fallen winter laden place
Anchored voyage, lost epiphanies
I have enticed tragedy across the sky,
All along my life,
Sinking in the burial ground in which I have created
How the will to live does not linger -
Beyond the will to know the truth
How the pain exists beyond mortality
Proceeding with our essence
Long after we realize
Every star is a lighted candle in this eternally grieving world...
Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2005
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