mark anthony st. rose
Maya - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
They are like uncertain shadows
Who dance with the darkened light of Maya,
Captured by her alluring silhouettes
Tempting the seer and the saint,
Tempting the poet and the prophet
Smiling with Delilah’s eyes,
Singing her faint charms,
Betaking fragile hearts.
They are like uncertain shadows,
Who build their sandy houses,
Next to the vast seas,
That laughs innocently at their ignorance,
That beckons still with love
To awaken their deluded slumber,
But terrible and terrific Maya,
Like a sultry slayer,
Kills them with her dazzle
And her immure.
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