An Anthology of the Mysteries of the Soul
Copyright James Gunn 2000
all rights reserved
In memory they try to speak,
In late night hours they are borne...
These thoughts that rest, but will not sleep,
Inside the soul so aged and worn.
And lo' I spent my winter nights,
Still hovering inside my fears...
While watching stars as twinkling lights,
And courting pain with frozen tears.
Though try I may, I must confess,
I cannot be an honored sleuth...
Only the heart knows what is best,
In search of love and simple truth.
Jim 01/00
Entertaining for diversion,
Thoughts of flagrant memory;
Ruminating misplaced feelings,
Of the soul that troubled me.
Is it of a meaning to the,
Pain and wonder of it all;
Or a wraith..thats simply stewing,
Bringing forth her siren's call.
Dreaming deep within the firelight,
Daylight burning through the mist;
Tis in fact..indeed a pleasure,
To recall her tender kiss.
Wraith be gone! The mind demands me...
As I within my fleeting past;
Call the sanity of hindsight,
And put on my fearless mask.
Therefore pain, or is it pleasure?
Far into the night I seek;
Should one mourn, or mearly treasure,
Love thats blind...then set it free.
Jim 02/00
An Anthology of the Mysteries of the Soul
Copyright James Gunn 2000
all rights reserved