A whisper in existence,
God’s delicate blooming Creation
For every
living essence,
a masterpiece of sweet desolation.
In every fragrant breath,
Good and Evil flower. A curious dilemma.
Entwined
in a twisted embrace,
a battle for power. The greatest enigma.
From the plight we pluck
the connection of dual desire.
A picture drawn
in the sand,
the tramp in a king’s attire.
The sun sets on the past,
we ponder our calling.
Then rises on the future,
the
rhapsody of being unrolling.
