An Urgent Night-mare, Pt.4: At The Gates Of Gaia (Gaya)A Poem by A.r. Bazian[An Urgent Night-mare, Pt.4: At The Gates Of Gaia ( "At Her Majesty's Service".
Doors… So Skyish of fear and agility Linger there no more… For I've longer for her so much… She… has set free light… As she hath given me sight… My own… monument… My witness… to might… She has always been… In the mist of uncertainty In the rays of broken light… In the fallen leaves of autumn… Where as I have once.. All shall strip… All but man… Yet…she'll strip… Oh, such beauty is true… She, held my hand… One, again… as we made our stand! She was there all along… In every footstep… In every drain of sand… With arms wide open… I'm welcomed to her land! What can I say? I've reached a place… I cannot stay! But barring gifts… I come to pay… My dues soon done… She smiles… as she walked away… For she knows the gifts… I bare for you today! Reason has less to do… Truth she was… She lies in you… Ye' should have learned by now… 'tis not too late… Embrace thy truth And chose thy fate! © 2008 A.r. BazianReviews
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A.r. BazianAmman/Salt, Middle East, JordanAboutA Communist in the Making, and a Student of History and Life. Find me on Hellopoetry too: http://hellopoetry.com/abazian more..Writing
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