THE UNKNOWN BREATH OF LIFE
See the Emerald moth with eyes a flame shimmering quietly by the stream
Where predawn ethereal creatures begin to take their shapes without … the Breath
Sounds of Voices from the bowels of Jins skimming shadows of thoughtless
Spectres that were almost seen, heard and never touched, devoid… of Life
In torments that don’t belong in any world … so much so … is to be
Stuck in Secret places that see no light without
Hope save thru' that of night … in Vision
Where a quiet respite gets forcibly broken by an intense
Flicker of a candle light that sees the end … in Sound
For try as you might some doors are meant to be …
Closed to the lure of Pandora’s box of glittering curiosity
And Turned away to walk another few more steps of eternity
Where undying love that seeks, intensifies … in Hearts
That beat the rarest distant path of sorrow felt
Where bridges are non existent and ancient crocodiles
At last with no more tears to cry … ferry you to the Mystery
Wherein resides the first and last great and hidden moment of your very own life
Whose name shall remain ... Unknown
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