Millions of people
watch the sky.
Shedding all kind
of identity.
Dead by the
street corners.
Dead to the ends
of their divided self.
They think I am harsh,
but I am only truthful.
And death is within me.
Wrapped in the warmth
of her love.
Revelation
Millions of people
watch the sky.
Shedding all kind
of identity.
Dead by the
street corners.
Dead to the ends
of their divided self.
They think I am harsh,
but I am only truthful.
And death is within me.
Wrapped in the warmth
of her love.
A Wandering Poet 