A mellow satisfaction <br />Consumes the heart, even the soul <br />Of who I am……… <br />And who I strive to be…… <br /> <br />Mileage of the body <br />Echoes the dreaded truth <br />Senescence peals the soul <br />And wrinkles the cover <br /> <br />As dreams of prophets fall like raindrops <br />From Abraham to Jesus <br />Yet only Issac dwells <br />Within the vacuity of the heart <br /> <br />Sacrifice has no worthy equal <br />To my existence <br />Undressed for humanity <br />Naked in her journey <br /> <br />Yet no fogs entrap me <br />No guillotines gaze at me <br />No darkness blinds me <br />For the soul with no dreams <br />Is a dead log hibernating to the decay of time <br /> <br />Cynicism contracts me <br />Making love rests a mirage <br />In the absence of mannequins on the horizon <br />As I pledge my journey <br />To what rests beyond the entrapment of life <br />My final estuary <br /> <br />For heaven shimmers from a far <br />And the journey is soaked in clarity <br />For all that remains is a legend in sacrifice <br />A journey from the grip of mortal gods <br />To the sanctuary of divine gods<br /><br />Dilantha Gunawardana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winston-smith-2/
