3 Feb 2014

i have calmed my spirit, tamed my soul
but at times will i loose them from their yoke
the wildness still breathless beneath the surface
at times to strange the fantasy
quiet is the voice of the rose in its mystery
and life, my favorite game, its shifting rules
we play sometimes like we’re dreaming
the dreaming so bold it awakes the world
will you not listen to how the wind howls?
i have driven the blood through my skin
i have not forgotten the weird of fate
i calm my spirit, i will tame my soul
for the art is done, the thing is fashioned
now to sleep as if justice were done
the dreaming, ashes, blown into the wind

posted by John H. Doe @ 4:29 pm

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