Another interruption in duty and chore;
A call to task behind the gray door.
With ' Y ' cut to make,
and samples to take;
Feral minds grope blind for light,
avaricious constrictions in delusional flight;
know not honor, but numbing deceit,
with false gods laurels grandly replete.
There is a place,
in timeless space,
where the dead do reign -
held captive by ethereal chain.
Splendid verdant form awakes at dawn of day
with crowning gift offered gracefully on high,
to touch the promise of cresting suns ray...
A floral offering to fathomless sky.
You taunt my days and haunt my nights
with the feigned offer of innocence;
filling me with awe at the might of alluring need,
and the pleasure of teasing fingers rake,
Some thoughts held close, ever so near;
others quite distant, not nearly as dear;
Some locked forgotten, safely away,
to be treasured or feared, on some other day.