Apr 20, 2009

In all the seasons

Soaking into his ambiance
he is drenched
in all kinds of creeds
impinged on his human facade
a fossil
treasured like precious relics
in a museum of art
whose artisans have long been interred
under layers of dust

Through a labyrinth of years
many values do we preserve
solid in their pristine worth
ever sustaining us
like latent desires
even when their intensity
has withered

They keep us going
as we build our lives
around them
weaving them into our beings
like an embroidered fabric
interlaced with glittering stones
into our palpable psyche

Touching the shores of others
like waves of ecstasy
a restive spirit
softly containing it
that every generation
can integrate itself
through their repetitive song

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