~ I know this old soul, an un-wise creature my foolish bones. I gaze upon his youthful smile of times birthed by such pain. I dance upon his grave, in rhythms that sway and say, ‘I still love him for he is me, yet my eyes finally see, that this young soul is so naïve, a little soul’s bones who bore such hate… the pain… the shame… of this my only life’. May he rest in peace today as I dance upon his grave, I still love him in his sin, for he is me, it is plain to see. I dance upon my grave as the stars in the heavens fade. Rest in peace today, as I smile inside my grave, knowing life is all too grand, to spend it damning all the mad. Crying upon lost dreams, shaking fists into the skies, relax and fly high upon this gravestone the ravens cry, ‘This man’s wings were born for passion, it’s him it’s plain to see, a man who simply longs to be, a cheerful soul who smiles so wide, even though life flames his wings with strife’. This grave I find is mine, yet I dance upon it still, to ask Death for a thrill! I am the same today as in my youthful might, yet wiser perceptions heal the hate… the pain… the shame… of this my only life… this dark grave where I dance tonight. ~ Snow Luminos ™, David J. Hinkle – Copyright © 2014
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