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Disillusion

Half way through the wheat, my golden foe

With his itching ears in the scorching heat.

The weight of summer, torment to my hands

Armed with a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance.

Thought I heared a mare neighing from the creek

Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet.

Drunken whispers noone could hear

'til the day when hordes of wasps

Poisoned every hour so passed.



She was faint as I when she spoke to me.

Reluctantly. Words came through

Words of leaving here and leaving me.

And her eyes grew bigger then

Bound in moonlit glittering.

She Leaned to me and whispered tears into my ear.



Well, I went to see the creek again

And many a day I'd stand at its shoreline wondering

If it might be heading north

Through the timber, passed the lake and our chalet

should have gone with her, should have gone with me.



But I stayed when she begged me

to come with her, never to separate, never to be alone.

And lept silent when I should have sung the song of heart

And remained loyal to the thief.



There is a road that I must travel

May it be paved or unseen

May I be hindered by a thousand stones

Still onward I'd crawl down on my knees



At sudden swallows took upon the scene

Heralding what I could not have foreseen

a threat of rain on the dark horizon

A strong foreboding of a storm arising.

And willows'd roar, midges dazzled

birches sigh from painful lessons

lessons they'd learned in life

that every stem breaks if bent too far.



Will I run for a shelter and quiver ?

Will I run away, be idle and shiver ?



And thunders pound so hard, pound the drums of warfare

Hungry clouds draw closer with reptile teeth as lightning

Is it the fear of the inevitable that is keeping me awaiting?

I am rigid as of reverence, still and enduring.



I must have seen it coming.



Oh my longing's neverending. Time's so pale

So come with colors, paint it burning red

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