BORNE OR EBONY

Dear soul that dwells amongst serpents

Hast thou no sight?

Have the times merry washed away all truth?

Is yesterday's thorn not enough?

Your blood tears fill the skies

Yet that smile you wear

You say you are strong

Who then carries the weight of your burdened heart?

You say it will be okay

Yet past salts haunt thou fate



Is it you masked in thick skin?

For the heat of close faces slowly melt

And the ice that was once firm

Is washed in memories whose legs grow not weary



Dear soul

You say you have those you call dear

Yet they but bear knives

You shake hands with clowns

Who batter your dreams

Is it your mind or heart that deems you weak?



I pray for dear soul

When the moon passes by

And you choose to bite the hand that feeds you

Bite the other

For ebony will be re- born

And only the blind will see.