beast

you tread uncharted territories
and traverse the fickle lands
and I remain thoroughly steadfast
in the hopes of embracing you again
The twain of us exist
in the tranquility of my soul
yet you roam the jagged earth
and I, the dust ridden bowl
I've envisioned warmth and death
strolls at dawn and swims at dusk
odes and hymns, wakes and elegies
impaled by an ivory tusk
I've often contemplated truth
and its precarious state of being
as its flooded by the blindest of men
plagued by the misgivings of not seeing
You, your eyes protrude
in the swarming heat of night
and you, you tell your tales
of creeping woe and plight
For you, you cannot remain
you're the beast that rides along the winds of trade
that preys on all the blinding beauty
that's been shrouded centuries in the shade
April 19, 2012