Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Chasing the Fairy #9

By: Gus  Victoria

A bird of a feather lost
On the path taken most
To a confession given freely
To him that asked.
A stranger hidden
From the truth given
On an empty plain
To sit on a barren pedestal
Of marble cold.
An inscription of gold
And the silken glance
Of the admiring youth
Give honor
Where ignorance is due.
Lack is surplus
When we worship
The lost empty space
Of unknown faithless frivolity.
God is greater than god
For man is more than men.
And woman mother of both. 

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