Dec 13, 2008

love bestowed

uphill,
the shrine of insanity
i stand seeking.
the virtue
which translates clouds into sheets splattered
and wind into the dreams woven underneath
atop,
lies a treasure devoid of emotions unclean
surrounded by guards of deceit
selling hearts in bits and piece
and the takers queue
in the form of prayers unsung.

2 comments:

Xtr0 said...

Wonderful work.

eddies said...

your rare presence on my blog is quite heartening.