A mellow satisfaction
Consumes the heart, even the soul
Of who I am………
And who I strive to be……
Mileage of the body
Echoes the dreaded truth
Senescence peals the soul
And wrinkles the cover
As dreams of prophets fall like raindrops
From Abraham to Jesus
Yet only Issac dwells
Within the vacuity of the heart
Sacrifice has no worthy equal
To my existence
Undressed for humanity
Naked in her journey
Yet no fogs entrap me
No guillotines gaze at me
No darkness blinds me
For the soul with no dreams
Is a dead log hibernating to the decay of time
Cynicism contracts me
Making love rests a mirage
In the absence of mannequins on the horizon
As I pledge my journey
To what rests beyond the entrapment of life
My final estuary
For heaven shimmers from a far
And the journey is soaked in clarity
For all that remains is a legend in sacrifice
A journey from the grip of mortal gods
To the sanctuary of divine gods
Dilantha Gunawardana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winston-smith-2/
