The sun sets for a new morning.

The dark stories and hidden thoughts were perceived well,

Are cherished,respected and protected by my spell.

Watching the sun set reminded me,

of how life has been blessed and why people enter your life,for reasons we cannot see.

Every chapter has an end,

with the pages highly valued ,my friend.

It's fulfilling to be back in love with those who seemed impossible,

and to accept apologies from those who are elatedly boastful.

Hate leads to untoward misery,

To be accepted by you,would mean a lot to me.

You are a delight to be with and always will be :)

The Lighthouse

Towering over the rocky shore,

mentoring the intractable,discordant waves.

Rigid and stubborn,over which the eagles soar

"They" come here for absolution,the murderers,the soothsayers,the knaves.

Tweleve kilometers away from the tower,she watched,

living in sweet sardonic solace,in an ancestral cottage.

how "they" climbed the crumbling earth,body and soul parched,

desperate to be purged,freed from guilt-driven bondage.

Ruminating over the storm swept silence,

she loathed man's dependence on belief.

Comatised, mentally enervated in its absence,

The belief commands discipline, our obedience.

Scrambling over the jagged rocks,

she climbed to the base of the dominating column,

A vulture sitting high above,looks down to mock.

the blinding circulating light,an eerie feeling she could not fathom.

Ascending the two hundred and forty eight iron spiral stairs,

as surreal force encompassed her, she instantly felt possessed, her mind awakened by last night's nightmare.

As she stood high above,adjacent to the vultures,

She acknowledged her mind grow vacous,empty , free.

There was something calming or demanding about this structure,

exterminating her inner thoughts and memories,reaching an orgasmic apogee.