shadows subterfuge elegant mystery coiling in smoky trails
upward shadows history misery only falls grace does rise
the crash of swarm of words that fail flailing futiley
all the ideals of ages swallowed by tides of blood
of holy wars (the most insincere of terms) the dead
philosophies the worn footpaths of sandaled feet
all shadows lovely dark recesses in unconscious
manifestation flying forward now breathing
flowing forth ah Beauty oh mistress of sunset
the shadowed hours stretching time of cool
moist winds of sand scattered by barefoot
lovers oh Love ah Pain where has
Misery gone ??
(how i miss her anvil touch)
light second cigarette
(but darkness is never dark and stars can never be seen
only the memories of them only glimmers that are
light-years old)
and pain is never entirely painful always accomp-
anied by sweetness of longing by comfort of
soft but steadfast self-pity
pain is only a mirror
illuminating the gentler side of the storm.
