IX.
With lost breath, so goes inspiration's fire
Like a candle snuffed out in a strong breeze.
The new life leads to believe and aspire,
A masquerade of new realities.
Strong-willed and solitary no further,
Social graces fall helplessly aside,
Yet gathering lessons from another
To know, for us, what had been prophesied.
Her face, once lighting the way in shadow,
Now lost from lust, love and warmth, gone always.
Cold chill sets in quickly, the way narrow
And to the distance, yet nothing varies.
And so in darkness, I travel for now,
Illumination from within the vow.
© George Galang February, 2001
Like a candle snuffed out in a strong breeze.
The new life leads to believe and aspire,
A masquerade of new realities.
Strong-willed and solitary no further,
Social graces fall helplessly aside,
Yet gathering lessons from another
To know, for us, what had been prophesied.
Her face, once lighting the way in shadow,
Now lost from lust, love and warmth, gone always.
Cold chill sets in quickly, the way narrow
And to the distance, yet nothing varies.
And so in darkness, I travel for now,
Illumination from within the vow.
© George Galang February, 2001