Tuesday, January 13, 2004
"Nemonymity"
by
W.B. Vogel
Glorious, quiet truth
That waits behind the cryptic smile
Like the resurrection of a first breath
Ghostlike abyss shining
In a heartbeat, a rhythm of warmth
Born of silent dreams
A muse that sleeps
In aspirations wandering
The void of creation
My world is her heart,
A universe in still perpetuum
Moves for her alone.
Copyright 2004 A.D.
posted by W.B. Vogel III at 2:14 PM
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