Saturday, March 29, 2014

Mortals of flawed choices

I listen while
Your breath laps
Against the shadows
Chasing seconds
Then exhaled
Into nights grayness

The edges of life
Softened into
Dark ambiguity
Possibilities unthinkable
In sunlight
Dreamed into reality

Your heart
Sleeping wide awake
Cultures Sentry guarding
Secrets buried deep
Loves painful choices
Made and carried in silence

What tide brought you here?
Into this room
To lie against the
Flotsam of my life
The irony of trajectories
Age and youth

Choices made
As best we could
We have learnt to live
With guilt and pain
Yet may the gods be kind to us
Mortals of flawed choices

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