(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
The Gift Of Discovery... - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
I am as a child in my discovery of life.
The mystery of dusk, of twilight, of the
dark that crowns the night and holds the
How utterly incredible when on reflects
on such things. Consider the mystery of
death; the face of death, if one looks
closely there appears a veiled peace...
a certain knowledge printed in ones face.
The eyes hold a final glint of the
discovery of unanswered questions.
While death came to the mortal being...
the soul if finally free to ride the
gentle breeze of eternal peace.
And so...the final journey begins.
© Joe Fazio
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