10 Oct 2013

in my blood is the secret written
like a whisper upon the heart of the wind
it cast me from the upper night
my pride was laid waste, destiny’s joke
as the enterprise of chance placed all the pieces
i to enter into a peace strange with oil
a force of light whose wings were not for fashion
and numbers flash by, dense in meaning
tomorrow is preparing to be dangerous
there is no luck, only the mercy of the tide
and am i saved, washed in starlight
but caught in the backdraft of destiny’s wind
fires everywhere i look with my ruby eyes
to travel where no light is familiar
i have come to the source of myself
the same place where destiny is worded
like a whisper upon the heart of the wind
in my blood is the secret written

posted by John H. Doe @ 7:01 pm

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