Friday, December 20, 2013
You Mattered From The Heart
I nodded and you mattered from the heart,
I proved difficult from a letter hurting me in the leg,
Narrowness of the passage created fun,
Without the magician a staying power existed.
I nodded further to the truth from the heart
That was masculine, and the women of heartiness
Imbibed the wine as if their heads were sorry.
I purified their blood with continuing glory,
Bouncing off protruding rocks with long session.
There was no warming ritual to guiltily savour,
For the true corners disappeared and withdrew
Always, intimidating a watcher who was a controller.
A reflection of the light on the wall
Made it dizzy, dazzling and difficult like waters.
What shadow reigns in this muddle?
Why do sentences mutter their approval?