The Rustle of Leaves
Left there slipping ever so gently beneath the stones where it lay un-rested
Time challenges to summon the occasional question but leaves the glimpse always untested
Spoiling in borrowed coats come the many prognosticators thwarting the value to find
Barely to search with the asseveration and affirmation of self but never of that left behind
The Rustle of Leaves
The Rustle of Leaves
Unused opportunities a-many squandered in senseless frolic of uncontrolled greed
Left the treasure buried in controversy where it lay unprovoked for any to give heed
And in countless cypher and myriadic exchange foolhardy confusion rushes in shame
To make certain the foil of chance to the regal advance and to the count among the name
The Rustle of Leaves
The Rustle of Leaves
Undaunted of purpose and in fixation to rapture the earth quakes and is silent no more
Upheave the lost from every corner afar, to produce the very essence reached at destiny’s door
Search no longer, the appointment has its root and the branch has of each mystery to solve
Received in the transfer are the acknowledged of fall, glimpsing fully bright in spinning revolve
The Rustle of Leaves
The Rustle of Leaves
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Poem #35 | Written July 13, 2007
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