Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Sense

Living the dream, yet unfit to fight
Scared of the night, fearful of fright
Stand on the edge, of the balcony height
At the most wondrous, yet beautiful sight
Tingling flesh from the very idea
Adrenalin rush the tensions so near
Arms stretched out wide
As a bird in a glide
Exciting and free from feeling empty
Forcing a push off into the air
Golden Eagle swishing, yet going nowhere
a soul flies off into the night
A powerful source, mightier than might

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“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Quietly I wish to travel onwards  tremor the thunderous anxiety  it rules thy desperation for peace  Lord God knows the desire of our heart ...