Before the Eastern Sunrise
On the stoop I waited for an answer
As dawn began to echo silent air
I was taught to believe that Spiritual
Peace arose while knowing by ritual
Lesson each destiny we cross reveals
Our inner soul; how virtuous we feel.
When I look into your eyes, I alone
Will travel well beyond this now unknown
Plateau of reasoning that has me sullen
Hoping to quietly walk away. The fallen
Leaves of an autumn morning come alive
In the sunlight the Eastern eyes arrive
To welcome in our rested energized
Human factory; product realized.
One might wonder at the cynic’s trial
If virtue had a chance inside that vial
Holds hopes and passions of God’s humankind.
Might we accentuate; quiet the mind.
The cold damp earth around my naked skin
Reminds me that I might simply go in
Rest in my weary truths by finding sleep
Shadow’s love interwoven while we weep
What Crosses My Mind 
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