looming in the void
'A Haunted Persuasion'
takes form
the annals of time
mimic venues
too often reused
the quieted heart
a sore organ
far too softly torn
valiantly still
pumps away
though wistful in route
towards hope
circumstantially speaking
I pivot
marveling over just how long
tomorrow can hold her breath
stagnation is
a terminal illness
to the spirit
that holds little water
for guess
hues of far fonder passions
hold me up though
prompting me to continue
without delay
a shadow's breath whispers
helpfully in my ear
today is but a stepping stone.....................
(May 26, 2011 517pm)