Sunday, December 9, 2012

Prodigal Sun


my heart beating
myself up and
at em for another day
of trying to be success-full
of life, liberty and pursuing
happiness with... her
absence from me
myself and I
wonder if I can trust
and comfort the survivor
series of events leading
the blind swordsman
without even a blade
of grass between his bare feet
from what he most desires
to be ensconced,
surrounded by loving, caring
about his well-being
without a soul
full of laughter, honest and true
to words
smithed by talented wrights
and wrong time of day light saving
myself for the return of the prodigal
sun lighting the Darkness
and shadow creatures...


10:36a
12/9/12

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