Treasure Island

Leslie Philibert

(6th March 1954 / London, England)

Elegy


I didn`t choose the words;
the words chose me.

Once you accept that the world has no meaning
you find peace.
No green farrows of the sea.
No coded stars in the night.
Do not lose yourself to find God.
He does not need your despair.
He does not need you at all.

So when you emerge from your house
on a icy morning
and the night creeps into day
let it be, it is it.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013
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