Thursday, November 17, 2011

Last Sip



A joy in its darkness
a thrill in its depth  
a pleasure in its confusion
A scorched, blackened face
laughing like a madman 
brighter than any moon 
a shadow on a night journey

Hiding your deepest secrets
blindness is all that you can see
faint murmurs of time & space
beyond the realm of reason
a world so far away
Where there is no god or the devil

Nothing is sweeter
than its bitterness
let me have one last sip
to live as if
I am already in heavens above

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