Stucco walls with ivy growth
Dismembered clouds attempt to cluster
Making my silent oath
Finding the words in an elusive place
A place within my own mind
Hiding in shadows inside my brain
Making it difficult to find
There it is around a corner
Like a fleeting thing in summer's breeze
Hoping to breach what is beyond reach
In a constant tease
Layers below the blue shudder's paint
Original wood is presumed
Peeling back the imagined layers
Naked timbers are now exhumed
Exposure to the current world
Where no concience lies too deep
Secrets are kept as the world slept
For I have many oaths to keep
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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