The truth of forgiveness is a loving embrace:
once seeming lost, warm radiant beheld
of passive serenity gathered its force.
An ember of passionate withdrawal sterilized
by a present of chilled sobering thought,
pensive mood elaborated cold squirmy topic dead...
Why must the face remain hidden of a veil,
featureless sly mischievous grinning,
disappear nymphlike giggling in darkened glade?
And must strange unfamiliar separation sustain,
a distance cruelly enacted by pitiless bony hand
of scaly searflesh demonites?
Each beckon to love again drenched inevitable
in blankfaced reluctance of cautious tedium,
scared hesitation of self-manipulation,
and deep shining void of limitless longing.
Bemoaning fate, my childsoul wistfully thrashed alone in its starry cradle.