In the eve of amber moment
A moment of silence
Yet an eternity of unrest
One soul,
And one soul,
Intertwined in blissful decadence.
They live in the moment,
Yet forget what is to come.
The fire and desire,
To encumbersome to deter.
For lust has not to be lost.
The years, the moments,
Diminished in this moment
Of primal emotion
And eternal devotion,
For all is too bright and fair to be sin
But woe is them, for the fatal flaw
Of too young were they;
To partake in god's greatest gift,
For hollow's wake and wind's rustle,
God has not passed on this eve of creation...
And the babies name is Peter
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Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2003
...and so it runs in the family...nicely crafted piece. **Mari**
OH MY...as deep and beautiful and honest as can be...oh, and i thought that, er, last name was familar ;-)
excellent, micheal.. your father is pretty good, himself, and you both can be proud of each other!
bless Peter
And again, very thought provoking, excellent poem, micheal...thank you,
m.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2003
Excellent free verse....
Reviewed by michael horetsky (Reader)
Reviewed on January 21, 2003
I am very proud to call you my son.. Very well written.. You surprise me son.. lately for the good lol...Very cool..This makes me happy...
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excellent, micheal.. your father is pretty good, himself, and you both can be proud of each other!
bless Peter
And again, very thought provoking, excellent poem, micheal...thank you,
m.