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By Ali Date: 2003 Mar 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.04.19.12.15118]] |
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It's so simple-- Or so I thought, But this Rarity Is a dangerous illusion, Encompassed in a different Form--I cannnot recognize The mocking arms of this Softly kissing wind. I have lived within This shelter here, the light Beset about my face; It is the shadows who remain My constant company-- And it is these Eyes Overgrown with dark, That glitter with the mischief Of this unintentioned Moment. How has Hope found her way Here? To breathe the air That no heart, for so long, Has found. I do not remember Feeling so alive or so dead At one time--as part of me Is made new, and another part Is shed to fall away. Have I ever lifted such a hand, Felt with such velvet fingers, As one who tries to ease pain-- I give what cannot be given, All the while feeling the Truth, And I know that there was never something, At once, so difficult as this. This is what I was Never meant to know, as earthly means Merely tremble beneath the feeling, And intimacy wanders in and out Of this ever-timid moment, strung along This string of Life, Like quiet little pearls-- Ah, yes, this is something That require the Brave, And it is so very far from simple. |