26 October 2010

Perpetual Waiting Room

So little is understood
in this little world of mine.

With me, and all others, perhaps—
the secrets are to be found.

Or, lost forever in the void . . .
(the truth is a bit of both).

It comes with small rays
of shining brilliance—

a beautiful face, a moral epiphany,
all a step closer

to that final existence . . .
(which can surely wait).

No comments:

Post a Comment