The Chalice and the Dagger

Meandering, frozen in time Wandering, into a sacred land where silence lies Yearning, for a treasure found Beyond the illusory Trapped within the imagination A slave to unloved lives A noise which never dies Grasping for moments which halt the decay A knowing of histories, failures, and victories Desperate for love without slipping away Grinding and toiling, maintain hope for epiphanies Dark and alone, she floats through the droves Beauty in mystery, in dreams foretold Hover around you always Movements bring music, brings the light of day Waves wash over freely, this fog will carry me away Stirring the poison stream, carries the ego to environs foreseen

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025