vittoria
Jun 12, 2007, 9:06 AM
Vague epiphanies in the wilderness; surpassing distance time and space to a new dimension of hope, of serenity, of peace... the symbiotic mind, the kindred, the haunting siren song of recognition~
Mirror images cast in flesh blood and bone, yet subtle in its fluidity--it fascinates me so
Not to gaze into the abyss for it returns the glare--yet, what is this strange beauty that is ever present before me? Seductively sweet, radiant and wise;with such voracity and fierceness that it consumes me like fire~~
Tho' I am the light, of sudden inspiration, is it not the flame that is sought?
Like deep twilight, such beauty soothes me;with crimson I am flushed~~
O, but to pour out one's anguish like a torrent !
O, but to feel whole again, as if a corresponding hemisphere were missing--separated through time and space, from days long past, a spirit rended in twain only to be found again~~
A near perfect reflection, a ethereal Doppelganger
that is what I see before me~~~
Do I dismiss this as a mere mirage in this desert of existence-a mere pretense,a masquerade of the psyche,
Or do I lovingly embrace that which is envisioned...and give my enduring assent?
Mirror images cast in flesh blood and bone, yet subtle in its fluidity--it fascinates me so
Not to gaze into the abyss for it returns the glare--yet, what is this strange beauty that is ever present before me? Seductively sweet, radiant and wise;with such voracity and fierceness that it consumes me like fire~~
Tho' I am the light, of sudden inspiration, is it not the flame that is sought?
Like deep twilight, such beauty soothes me;with crimson I am flushed~~
O, but to pour out one's anguish like a torrent !
O, but to feel whole again, as if a corresponding hemisphere were missing--separated through time and space, from days long past, a spirit rended in twain only to be found again~~
A near perfect reflection, a ethereal Doppelganger
that is what I see before me~~~
Do I dismiss this as a mere mirage in this desert of existence-a mere pretense,a masquerade of the psyche,
Or do I lovingly embrace that which is envisioned...and give my enduring assent?