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Privy to shyness
She stands aloof
Thickly in the shadows
Beyond the corridors of time
The essence of her odor
Evasive to those who seek
It enters at its own will
And departs in the same manner
Leaving an impression
Of her presence upon the room
Her ghostly image only appears
Long ago she departed from this plane
Onto a higher one
More intense in existence
Yet she chooses to grace
With her occasional visitations
In a teasing mannerism
Just beyond reach
Perhaps one day she will speak
For now her lips are sealed
Forever in time
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
The bowl tipped over
But he didn't mind
Or bother to wait at all
To his good fortune
He got quite a hand out
As the bowl from the table did fall
Now he probably wants some sauce
Maybe a meatball or two
He's a spoiled rascal indeed
And a beggar through and through
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Trailing behind me is no suprise
Fog on the road does not obscure
The sound of your tailpipes rings
Your voice is within me
Still you follow behind
My father curses you
He knows deep in his heart
Your intentions are noble
Nobody can see my inner tears
My turmoil inside
You will realize
My absence is only temporary
Tearing the world asunder
Could not prevent what is to be
Soon the fog clears
Then it is a clear road
You will be in my dreams
Rest easy until I return
When birds sing early morns
You will know I am close
Distance is without meaning
We reside within each other
From rising moon to setting sun
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved