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Click hereThe gray clouds gather heavy in the west
For prescient travelers wondering as they look
To what lies beyond, wondering what the rest
Of time will bring. Proscribed, the karmic book
Illuminates the names of those on board
This one last journey to their destiny
Of finally fulfulled passion. The sword
Of surrender tightly grasped, not ready
To pass on gently into ever night,
Not willing to go softly off the land,
And not prepared to accept this, they fight
For precious time to see through what's been planned
They pray, desperate, but that he might wait,
To make amends, if only not too late.
this etches a visually candid picture. i found myself thinking about the passengers and what they might be headed for.
It's only thirteen lines...I posted the wrong copy...the correction is coming...
Interesting writing. Not really sure what my thoughts are on this one. It was mentioned on the new poems thread, in hopes that some other readers will leave you some feedback. :)