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Saturday, March 27, 2010

The Curious Soul

Tossed up sometimes in the gloomy days
The gaunt log of my past alights
The fond memory sets alight
And my curious soul begins to read.

The days of merriment cherished
The words of love then exchanged
The edifying tours traveled
And the recreative cultural nights.

But they are all faded and rippled away
The cheerful mansion of love now rusted
The string that bound us now held loose
And we cascade like shed autumn leaves.

I myself a miniature of His titanic innovation
Feel like a daft fly who is fumbling in the dark
Fluttering his fragile wings
Waiting for doom!

Thus in a somber winter night
Snugly ensconced in an eiderdown
Slurping a sip of hot coffee
I am thronged by these smudgy retentions.

Still, I can feel those winds in the corridor
Driving me to arrest the fragrance bygone
Still, I can feel those festive beats
Delightful and revitalizing - pursuing me in my dreams.

Date of Creation: February 3, 2007