Sonnet #6.
Waking up from a dream you can't remember
but sits on your mind like smoke from a pyre,
was there meaning to this endeavor
that you'll only realize in awhile
when it is much too late for its message
to have the effect it had intended.
I know that I have missed this knowledge
now there's no way to apprehend it
like the secret code of life and the world
was sent as an incomplete document
and we cannot decipher or decode,
but that was how it was meant to be sent.
Our picture's always incomplete, oblique,
like the setting sun through the summer leaves.
...m.e.s. .20.april.2009...
but sits on your mind like smoke from a pyre,
was there meaning to this endeavor
that you'll only realize in awhile
when it is much too late for its message
to have the effect it had intended.
I know that I have missed this knowledge
now there's no way to apprehend it
like the secret code of life and the world
was sent as an incomplete document
and we cannot decipher or decode,
but that was how it was meant to be sent.
Our picture's always incomplete, oblique,
like the setting sun through the summer leaves.
...m.e.s. .20.april.2009...