Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Final Dance

Said the hopeless cat to the moon,
"Take me to the grave of the night
for I shall not live."

It's unfathomable hunt
for the naked truth
steering forth
a cutting-edge phase
of a more hollow chapter

...in that which is said, is often forgotten...
along the pallid beams of the moon, fresh tears drop
with a consoling song to immerse upon
she laid it's worn out self...

for what had been said, she'd never forgotten
it is locked...hidden within

waiting to be set forth
to the unjustifiable unknown

for the vast hollow to swallow it...

In the vortex of life,
after the winter,
there comes the spring
it sprang with hope;
glistening in utter lust...

she breathed in analytical tranquility...

restored and coated,
settled in grace ,
tossed yet surviving;
the fetish Cat sleeps in fur.

In the split second
where FEAR


she pursues the journey
to find the answer
staking her being
on the line

A warrior
clothed in jubilance
mouthing in radiance
the Destiny
is now near-at-hand

she gingerly speaks
its purr, shudders the moon
in lush...

take me to the grave of the night
play the canticle
take a chance

I'll take the final dance.

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