Sunday, October 21, 2007

Fourth Line

Wind of confusion
hiding simple truths
I gave my heart to
long ago.

Not forgotten,
only briefly clouded
by floating dust
of old temptations.

And by tears
that blur my vision,
summoning fantasies
long abandoned.

I turn away,
in solitary stillness
of my own
free will.

Treasure found
yet never held,
only in the giving
is there joy.


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