Monday, November 16, 2009

New Found Order

New Found Order

Could this just be a dream
Of shattered ornament-

This beautiful thing-
That you are,

Once- oppressive mind
Escaping confines~

To view the terrain of new-found glory.
Of enlightened living.

You 're a poet-

Worthy of the praise of a thousand sunsets- and sun

This subjugated plain, has come to meet-

The you that I have come to find,
In this ecstatic living,

We all meet, and shake hands, kiss the sands’ of soul;
the stones of heart and so on and so on.

Among these broken ornaments.
We sit, you and I-

Impeccably flawed-

painfully- in bliss

Gluing beauty.

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