I heard the news too late
though brought to me as with lightning;
A sweet breeze from the vows of a dreaming trumpet
I rushed to its tune so fast
upon hearing as with thunder;
A fatal trial to acknowledge my intelligence
How does one dance to the mysterious roars
from three cunning birds,
when all that they await is held by fate?
What should one expect when desires have
knowingly vapourized,
And all that turns out is another inscrutable call?
The outcome of the trials have been brewed
and truly destiny was crowned surprisingly
It is now time to turn on the green light
which dreadfully turns black;
An unknown revelation to make known the truth unbeknown
Upon climbing the truth unbeknown,
I tie a knot known to be faith to
lead me to the final truth yet to be known
As I closed my eyes and opened that of my heart,
I felt it; a virgin departure
as the unbeknown was made known by Him, through Him and for Him.
March 14,2009
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