15 August 2011

One

Inescapably deduced through an expression of love,
one's song, one's dream, one's whisper.
Proven, a name for the world's neglect,
nay a purpose in life much crisper.

Consuming; a feeling to fill you up,
like roots digging into your skin,
like a fire, the wind, like the sea and the waves,
swelling up, a scorching within.

An answer to prayer so fervently offered,
replete, with joy at it's sway.
Vacant of thee for as long as time's passed,
so abstruse, yet forever allay.


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