Executed Pleasures

“Graceful Splendor” painting by Rob Hefferan

Like an alien expelled with no destiny to follow

Under a tree in the heart of desert, sat an wept

Generous tears ran in to veins and there slept

Stirring passion through its old trunk that’s no more hollow

To immortal silence, presented her voice, Mother Earth

That whispered to pain: ” the Volcano inside should cool down

Patience through pain presents a Slave, a crown….”

Her tender stirred life, and for the weeping beat gave a new birth

The same beat that has never lost a Dancing Prize

Now even the never-learnt first steps, masters no more

Like mid-ocean born swells live struggling to reach a shore

Sacrificing each moment’s joy to reach faster the land of Wise

If stumbled over luck through Blue, reach in centuries, Gold

To find a land where meet executed pleasures

Not even a trace of the ever desired holy Treasures

Couldn’t exhaust them centuries, yet moments left them so Old

Disappointment presented a disappointing Deathbed

And so their story is written between Nowhere and Nowhere

And even the story in time dies, written Nowhere

Dreams, Dreamers to Fortunes wed, yet here brought Death instead!!!

                                                                                                                                                 

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