Ignorance
Waiting
a thousand years
Hesitating
The
quaint myths we tell in silence
Rejuvenating
Seductive
hope hammers at the door
Temptation
The
ache inside a relief
Trust
Buried
in an open grave
Obligation
The
moral relativism of what one does
It
was a full moon like tonight
White
light reflecting
With
a ghostly halo
The
air was freezing
But
some how refreshing
Learning
the meaning of solitude
What
is in the heart
Is
different then what is real
Running
along on country road
The
ice forming heavy on the eye lids
Crystallizing
in the air
The
thump of each footstep
Jarring
ice and crystal a like
The
snow flakes as big as plates
The
silence was intense
Like
one colored item in a black in white movie
Sometimes
the gray is hidden in shadows
The
headlights approach
Blinding
the dark
The
rhythm of the thump goes on
On
foot step after another
Stepping
on the grey
Then
the car is gone
Leaving
you alone
A
outline memory in the dark
Ignorance
Waiting
a thousand years
Hesitating
The
quaint myths we tell in silence
Rejuvenating
Seductive
hope hammers at the door
Temptation
The
ache inside a relief
Trust
Buried
in an open grave
Obligation
The
moral relativism of what one does
