Stoic Sundays

for at the core of the light

lay a whisper of darkness

at the heart of the wilderness
lay an oasis of sheer delight

the search into the known
was a jolt into the unknown

solitaire, solitaire,

o' lone-voiced solitaire

the loneliness was palpable,
the crowds were irascible

the insanity of the gladness
the sanity of the madness


for at the core of the light
lay a whisper of darkness



(gsk)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Mad Cow Disease

The Dire Dregs Of Days

Palestine