Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Neophyte's Plight

There comes a space, inside of silence
Where opens there a moment
Just inside of one heart beat
A wink, a smile, a glance

While faster than a beam of light
This dwells like an aroma
Both know when it sweeps in
Afloat on billowed night

Why hadn't you seen it sooner
You laugh at such as you
As quickly as it came about
Now all at once it's through

Then crash and burn, your heart mid flight
How could you show such guile
With nuance as your hearts desire
Greet the plight of the neophyte

Yet pause, reflect, and smile

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