A woman‘s love

By Paul Andrew Bourne, December 25, 2006



What is life without a story,
and what is a story's essence without its moral
as it pains the psyche to know that you're alone
on a trail of love's trajectory -
because someone seeks the selfish end to the
tale
so…
I cry in pain's anger
and, I laugh in emotion's whisper,
I see the end in the end
and wept with a poor man's wealth
I could see the heavens -
as I reach to hold wind in my grasp
but was I in a trance
as in the story's end was its mirage beginning -
I cry, I cry, I cry
with a beggars' delight
from being offered a pledge in faith
I cry, I could not stop
as I see the wind
churning on its axis.



In a vase looking from inside
I saw the phantom,
it held in image in tranquil stance
as I held in the wind with my hand -
I witnessed the delusion
as wind held its form
I could see the wind
unfolding in my hand;
its make was kind
but its force as subtle as the
woman's wrath
so …
I cry in pain's anger
and, I laugh in emotion's whisper,
I see the end in the end
and wept with a poor man's wealth
I could see the heavens -
as I reach to hold the with in my grasp
but was I in a trance
as in the story's end was its mirage beginning -
I cry, I cry, I cry
with a beggars' delight
from being offered a pledge in faith
I cry, I could not stop
as I see the wind
churning on its axis.






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