The Gods <br /> <br /> <br />way above the infant night <br />they watch <br />before the silver chalice <br />they drink <br />filled with time and youth <br />they sing <br />to full movements of desires <br />they touch <br />deep inside the flowers releasing scents <br />they yawn <br />from hidden gardens entombed <br />they fortify <br />by mortality lapping the purity of sin <br />they laugh <br />as we continue to watch everlasting end <br />they sleep <br />into the light delighted from the sight <br />they dream <br />of failure fucking out the truth of lies<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gods-2/
