Monday, June 4, 2012

Atop These Sands

The light is growing dim,
I can see it in your eyes;
Your fight is fading thin,
It sinks down into the tide.

Let it go,
Just let it ride;
Let go your fear,
And free your pride.

In the morning you’re a king,
By lunch you’ve lost your luster;
Come sundown you’re defeated,
By bedtime you’re beyond flustered.

Let it go,
Release your mistrust;
Let go your angst,
And fly from this cusp.

Illumine your misfortune,
Make it feed from your scarred hands;
Restrain your fleeting fancies,
Make a home atop these sands.

2 comments:

  1. Really good dude!!! Thanks for share your work with us.

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