Saturday, April 15, 2006

~ The waltz of a warrior~

blossoms of spring
a tattered old wing,
the sands of time
the victories of mime
the song of sorrow
the jolt of joy
the esscene of elation
the demise of desolation
will it ever be carefree contentment?
or just mere encumbered entrapment?
the horizon that beckons
the heart that reckons
the passion that surges
the heart that rages
in the emergence of elation
will there ever be placidity in pertulance?
the sail that never sailed
the dreamer that never dreamt
the star that never twinkled
the tear that never glisten
perhaps the quilt of quintessence will never fill the void of vitality
and the ardent quest for attainment will never end
yet in the tapestry of it all, the heart seeks to sing a soulful song
a song of serenity,
a song of wholeness,
a song of resolve mirrored by the melancholy cry of the kingfisher
to be an enigma of fantasy
to be one's own extascy.
to long for the call from the distant hills
just for a moment for the heart to feel a thrill
in a moment just to feel the complete serenity and tranquility of the world around
to encapsulate it in just but a moment of it all.


Posted by shellsofsilence at 11:40 PM