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Ancient awakenings

The sting of the fatal, opening doors, dusty roads

The darkness is strange.

Somewhere down that midnight hill, I felt the breeze

A gusty storm, seeping through the agonies of the sky

I am a blank sheet of paper, lost in the wind

a flowing river, and the surge of the delirious waves

I am a whisper, that reaches the end of time

I am a soul ripped, bleeding the colours of my past lifetimes

I am you, merging like a fire in your veins

I am the vortex that you enter when you are blind

When you see the boat tossed upside down

Take me into the deep woods and sing a lullaby

The miracle will fall in your hands like the arrow of fate

Before you hear my voice disappear beyond the horizon.

Timelessness defined, head deep in a psychic ocean

Somewhere twisted lie the twigs of a broken branch

The sky encrusted, thunder bursts frozen

Reeking the smell, the tastes, the sounds, the agonies of

a thousand obsessions.

I have wondered where the dangers lie, where the boundaries break

Where the edges open wide. I have wondered how hell begins

split the mountains and reach the deep trenches

The fire will engulf, caress, burn and leave scars on your soul like

a thousand obsessions.

The clocks have now stopped, the tide flows to the past

The rivers have dried and the leaves brown enough to be dust

On the other side of love and on the other side of hate

seek and live the deaths, the pains, the miseries, the freedom of

a thousand obsessions

Saberi Roy

Copyright: Saberi Roy. August, 2011

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