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contrary to discouragement
still
our blood runs with rumors
realization comes
to stand in the light
shimmering as it speaks
softly to me
that Rumi was indeed right
lovers don't meet each other
somewhere
they're in each other
all along
supplication is but a fickle
strain of waiting
surrender its fiercest saber
or perhaps just a song
flowers petal to the earth's floor
promises hold their tongue
amid the irregular whispers
sunset is but a mere breath the day takes
just before it closes its eyes to rest
I wonder how many sunset breaths
we have yet to witness
before what we always knew
would come to be
arrives on the doorstep of
this fragile reality
and paints us a tomorrow
that comes in the robes of today
to reward us for our sacrifices
between the plains of anticipation
and 'The Mysteries Of Decay'.........
(Nov. 19, 2011 207am)