lou sid lines

From each other we’re drawing sweet poison’s pain,
With sheer pleasure’s horizon’s self-punishing gain.
When our hearts are both purged by this powerful cure,
We’ll brave up to the future, love’s fuel warm, strong, pure.

We all hold the code to our own dear liberation,
Which no-one can grant - it takes sure self-generation,
So the deepest dark love of self-truth is the key
And our fear of the world is the lock, you see.

For your cage-door’s no latch there - one nudge and you’re free,
Yet you’re not forced to fly - don’t just do it for me,
And if you choose to soar skyward to the clear-blue above,
Never feel you must come search for me, oh my Dove.


© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.

Posted by: lou sid linesman / Tuesday, January 31, 2006