Late night brings early morn
And Cuervo ramblings.
A mind and heart project...
A thought
A wish
A notion
A perfection...
What lies beneath perfect calm?
But currents deep
And eddies strong
A lasting truth
Forgiving fear
A wonder if
Forever near.
Testing baiting living waiting
Long lines of ramparts
Contemplating
Would that numbness replace the pain
Would that sun erase the rain
And in due time would triumph be
The place and present soliloquy.
Words sent and spoken
Haste made strange
Spoken… heard
Forgiveness reign.
The soul once raped finds solitude
But when and where and why eludes.
A prayer comes forth
To Goddess which
In truth can be answered only by the one
Who gives it birth.
(ps.... I am fine...)
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