Facing A Twilight Sky
Who placed this horrific Thorn
In my Bone and Flesh?!
Was it a Tough Teacher,
Who, through all harsh disciplining,
Still intends to Nourish—
Or, was it merely
An ill-wishing
Witch?
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Wise Shamans kindly remind Us
To not think only in what Lacks,
But We mortals remain too Hungry
For our own Sakes—
Wisdom passed on,
Yet scantily We digest.
Oh the Irony, baby.
Are we Rocks
In this Fountain of Life,
Wet, but never to have
Drunken a true Share?
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If it is too hard
To stay Awake,
May I at last humbly ask
Of thee—
My Love, my Kin,
my Eternal Mate, whomever
I think You are—
Could You please contemplate,
Inconveniently, this corny and overused Notion,
“Have you ever seen the Rain?”
Well, Have You?
Have you heard its Forthcoming,
And allowed its Simple Rumor
To have Stirred you
Deep,
Deep inside?
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Now,
Shall We Sit
Side by side, and Once More
Try to taste the Ocean
In this Raining Sky?
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