en·clo·sure [en-kloh-zher]

Today.... This dusk, I have stood by the bay
where the last leaf falls,
fallen from the empire of spring
back to earth, return to only soil
so original...so far away

It takes only so much courage
beneath this weary soul
so breathless, searching nonetheless
that long lost doomed world of trust
Imaginations, dreams...dreams far away imaginative
fire burns in shackle of lies...
rain envelopes every drop of impurity
en route freedom, of no return

Plant a seed, let live
Let breath, every single gasp of life
Let love, every moment of reminiscence
never way backwards, only forth
marching through all dust of doubts
End this war within this weary soul.....
Let go

Thunders roars...concealing jittery heart beat
of mine...here
I can step out now....for I have retreated with victory
Somehow fidgety, am waiting
this small little hands....
will be gloved with that ensuring palms
yet again...and again...
forever

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