The Heavy Breath Of Cupid's Shot. - Poem by David Lacey
The spirits of nature are as real as the emotions we feel.
Tell me, does the notion of truth seem surreal to a wandering
Soul forever lost within the chaos that surrounds its glow.
Angels spread their wings far beyond the reach of our visions
Teachings. They guide, they guard her path as she strides
Headstrong upon her journey home, forever on the journey purple.
They exist as the souls of the kingdom green
They exist as the weavers of dreamstate insecurities
They exist upon the heavy breath of cupid's shot.
They exist as our companions upon our descent into
The darkness that engulfs the souls of those who are
Too stubborn to accept that in denying a wish to
Better themselves through transformation they are in
Effect placing transcendence upon the shelf.
Caring as they are for the pains of material gain.
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