The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Darkness upon

Though light is the radiance
Of this life's brilliance and magic
I cannot help to embark upon the ark
And disappear into the dark ever so tragic
While faithfully untamed is my unending shame
For this desired unqualified speck of fame
Reaching with absolution of lust
Yet resolution in dust
Of the promise
In resentful sudden part
Heavy is the mortal living heart
In the decays of this dying soldiers wife
Whereas only ashes dawdle in the lead of her life
And this darkness upon comes undone once more
In the mentality of the brave soldiers war
Only bones remaining in silent hours
While my belief sours
In this dark world