'The Proximity of Bein...'

 
The Proximity of Bein...'


...Cold, as icy crisp gales
exhales death's breath
tediously near...


...Loved, without exception
existent only in a dream's affair...

...At peace, though the enemies
of a rabid spirit abound raucously...

...Seared, by passions incarnate
singed divinely by a hungry heart's decree...

...Afraid, once the harmonious
soul songs dissipates
into the shadows of nevermore

...Freed, to roam the expanse of
possibilities 'gainst the harvested
crust of earth's regal floor...

...Awake, presently relegated
to the dead of consciousness,
while that flicker of need drives
the 'ragin' seas' towards the next metamorphosis...