Acquiescence
Published Saturday, April 28, 2007 by O. Elias Lira | E-mail this post
So I wll sacrifice my fragmented ghosts
Anchoring my tired bones in the closet
A clean start in the morning
Of restlessness and holy causes
Sustained my smoothed mind
Terrifies me, but I know I have seen impious memories
Like streaking a dark rose or mourning naked messages
Perhaps grounding that still beautiful dream
To drive a sustained destiny
But as time goes by
A loftier light of thwarted scarlet trembles
Hesitated by mysterious and retractile inhabitants
Saturated on moonless of volatile senses
And then a place where the tenor warbles
A reluctant world under the noisy acquiescence that finally said:
Whistle.© Elías Lira - April 27th, 2007