For The Record Poem by Leria Hawkins

For The Record
Date: January 26,2015

Cater not to the whims of love
But to the songs that warm the soul
For it is there, that summer glows
…painting rainbows in the sky
My flesh is here but for a glance
Soon to weather and grow thin
As ashes to ashes, dust to dust
My flame, destined to the wind
I love not for the pleasures of lust
Though guilty of fanciful musing
My mind oft straying to illusion
Where I revel beneath the spell
But, fire alone does not charm me, dear
For the power of wit is as a summer peach
Ripe and tempting to the taste
And I long to know its secrets
There is far, far more beyond the eye
And far less than you presume
I am simple, a mere underling
Naïve to the sins of your hunger
So hold not, your fire to my experience
Lest ye be disillusioned and let down
And do not aim, with reckless abandon
As the arrow will fall far and miserably short
I have not lived to your worldliness
Nor do I mimic your depravity
I have had no need to be twisted
…or consumed by the greed of desire



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