from the ancient willow tree

he learned to veil with different kinds of faces

gruesomely assailed in the mist of tempest

inflicted by the distortion of the drunkenness of the mind

he longed for something appealing

perhaps, a pair of a falcon’s wings

as if just a fleeting glimpse

drifts him across the ocean of dread

drives him out of his insanity

like the liberation of the ancient souls crossing the black sea

set free .. let’s it be free (!)

from the years of unknown, the morbid truth

as his heart went numb

sinking into his unconsciousness ..

10.29.06