a world of opposites a world of opposites surround me round return to me a single echo of silent sound a voice unheard, loud and strong reverberates, vibrates, hums along the walls of contrast reflect the light a prism of colors: blind eyes delight a single hue, from every face lost then found, chromatic trace barriers of belief block the way hindering the path on which I stay anchored fast to unbelief frozen stand in endless grief loveless lovers fill the void unloved hearts once destroyed unsung love songs fill the air some who love but do not care potent portent future found past is passed in days unwound ones forgotten, ones foretold remembered memories, lies untold buried treasure, costless find wealth unmeasured, paupers mined priceless objects priced to sell fortune spent on pyrite’s spell © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image: Joseph M...
"Always be a poet, even in prose." ~ Charles Baudelaire