August 16, 2003ode [chance fate] °Poetic Voices - August Entry - An Ode
ode to a spider... from the fly
crystaline these patterned walls, the trap within which we lay
suddenly we find the greatest of falls, trips past the endearments we say
thus in you i find a moment's joy, as waves crashing to shore from sea
an epiphany, some sparkling toy, soon grappled 'way from me
all i find is one light ahead, a tunnel waning fast
something i should but always dread, this lure that's been cast
yet here i find this yearning rapture, some poison in your touch
nothing yet my soul's capture, absolution asks not much
come dance with me, treason, waltz towards this grace
a heartbeat nothing more than the change of season - life the grandest chase-S
Posted by Wolf at August 16, 2003 07:37 PM
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