The Aftermath
By defrage
Solace sleeps deep in a forgotten lake, Lost certainly in the commotion of today, Lies frozen still under a purple sky, As lines of chaos lead the world astray. And in the aftermath a new dawn wakens our senses. A distant destruction becomes a waft of smoke, Sailing through the fluorescent fields of time, Reflecting modernity’s hopeless path, But safely departed in its own pure rhyme. And in the aftermath a new dawn wakens our senses. A whispering wind weaves between the reeds, Immerses them in the knowledge of being, Exposes the false masters of field and meadow, Opens perception, creates the all-seeing. And in the aftermath a new dawn wakens our senses. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 12:38 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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