Sunday, September 16, 2007
There are 3
Desire, Hope and Trust. Ideals, belief and conviction.
Desire you hurt and wound, far you are, never within my grasp or hope.Desire, she said she was just an attraction of the flesh. The temptress with song as sweet as honey and nectar. Was any resistance but futile? I fell, so entranced in that mesmerizing, dance.
You shall remain, as the beautiful portrait to admire.
Hope you appeared to show the power of miracles, but hope, can I trust?Hope she is transient, and as perceived, by the narrative of the mind's voice. A concept that remains an idealization of a belief.
You stand there as but a support in the distance.
Trust you came and gone once before, and come again you have. Given a chance, would you give one?Trust she is understanding and strong, and once lost is hard to regain. She will find, but would she bee seen? Let her not leave, for once gone, she is hard to seek.
You are still the strongest link after the years have passed.
Especially now, where those whom were called friends hardly are. Trust no one but yourself, that eternal mantra holds true. Just holding out for a foothold, and that pillar of support.
Gavin
pondered @ 01:51
