My face paints the agonizing portrait of the events of my days.
I was one with my half at arm's length, even whole.
Then a moment.
I descend into the depths of the world.
I am consumed by the majesty of the nature which surrounds me.
I was one, now divided, and grasping for peace.
I spread my wings and swoop to the half that sought me...
And I am whole once again.
(Written after watching "Last of the Mohicans" and the cliff scene where the girl commits suicide. After seeing her love murdered, she leaps to her death. I was 22 years old this writing.)
I was one, now divided, and grasping for peace.
I spread my wings and swoop to the half that sought me...
And I am whole once again.
(Written after watching "Last of the Mohicans" and the cliff scene where the girl commits suicide. After seeing her love murdered, she leaps to her death. I was 22 years old this writing.)
