GOD SAVE ME

Time jostled and surprised us without reason, Yet the thread of life from the white magician must prevail, For Heaven will set me free.

Have we reached our end? The farthest end that the stars of woe once saw Or have we reached that other end? The farthest end ...

Therein on my palms grow two trees; one is pure, the other is tainted. The first has roots, linear and warm in realms of secrecy,...

In the soft glow of the silver moonlight, My heart finds solace, In search of a destiny less fierce And more tender in its celestial halo...

Poem: N0. 05, 29th February 2024 The tree, usually stoic in nature, allowed itself to be crafted through the exaltation of the wind...