** That Glittering Sword ***

All that glitters is not gold. Not all those raptures are love those symphonies are not music to ears Oft ounce of smile Hides tones of agonies. And weary eyes asks Indifferent firmament Why me? The calcareous insecurities suffered when child that haunts the old sepulchre Can only be hammered down by diaphanous love. Deep values engraved when young cannot be defaced They lie in subterranean Unconscious like solid rock foundation. From the cinerary, a fire so bright May be exiguous so effulgent that when renewed shall be a quixotic sword of love that was once broken But now will slay the ghost Of haunted memories So to make place for Immaculate peace and love divine. 10-03-2009