Depraved by nature, Lord, our free will fails
the wraiths that lamp within these fated cells,
where each pellucid bud to teardrop grows;
apetalous, we languish in death throes.
Duality roils poignant words that seethe
to chronicle the bestial sphinx, the sheathe,
prescripts a peaceful war, fills instant need,
together splits to blindly watch us bleed.
I fear the kiss that breaks this fragile bind,
and rage against the fate of riddled mind.
Alone, here in the dark, though I may be,
the song of love divine, You sing to me.
©Mattie Sue Dubois (Dark Moon)
Art ©Levan Tatishvili http://musenmie.com
Art ©Kirsi Salonen www.kirsisalonen.com
Sing To Me
© Copyright: Мэтти Дубоис, 2008
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I'm so glad you came to visit me. Thank you for your thoughtful comments. Hugs, Sue
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