| Meditation |
| A flower opening, a small mellow sweet from my shell gliding through fragrance's hue enveloping evenings sun facing moon sliding into each poem touches the ponderings ringing through throngs of flourishing wants resounding colour glowing into time standing still motion stopping perpetually hands slashing dream of a new possibility born of death of the metronome counting against will I have my fill of this thrill cutting deeply and still my will makes me meditate on this drill maintained movement of need to feed with a glee privalaged and free discussing disguistingly languishing inside a cave forever rave to be saved by shoulders of steel healing and needing to feel something real and recklessly breaking the seal only stealing a piece of the petals peeling promises dealing needs fiending a way through the landscape of greed indeed I deem this dream worth none of the sweat I imbue the gain worth the grain of salt past my shoulder thrown past the throne I sit on ruling none of the kingdom my pawns will shun blocking my sun shadow my day capture the ray and all hope spay in your eyes the reflection is gray my love colour always closing the door to dread that is done opening hallways always has shone but is finally seen in between distant scenes in the theatre screen a beautiful sheen rendered seems better than your hand could have gleaned |