I AM

From time without beginning
My atmosphere is spinning
With a strange fragrance
I ponder on my renewed radiance

I am meticulous!
In existence...
And self_sufficience
I am sunk in Grand illusion
I mistook yesterday
For today...

I am bruised with tentacles of true love
I am torn to shreds and gloves
My faculty is crumbling to rubbles
I am yet to see the beams
Of heavenly light
That illuminates the dark chambers
Of my throbbing heart

In ignorance I loved
In ignorance I am unloved
My mind's Wiles are unceasing
My breath falls gently thro' the trees
Constantly does my mind cast dark clouds
Over my consciousness__
Many days have gone
Without much work done
Alas, now the day is shorter than the night
If what is left is one day
May my conjugated heart
Accomplish a centurion task...

With the mirror of perfect reflections
I mull for the view of my imperfect deflections
Nay!
Before the winter slams
I'll scribe to the globe what I am ...
© Pensmith