Poetry – Page 27 – A (wise) man of two faces

Trance

Notes floating along
like bubbling water with
flashing colors.

The fighter’s skill,
the stoic’s will,
the healer’s grace,
the fallen’s face,
the wanderer’s chill.

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The heat is horrid,
and uncomfortable, but
the cold cuts far worse.

They held each other,
passion blind to the moment,
they hugged so fiercely.

Friendships made,
and friendships lost.
Prices paid,
and damn the cost.

Those I trusted most
left me betrayed,
threw me from their host.

The things I braved…
I will not boast.
My soul was saved,
and damn the cost.

Fingers entwining,
the lovers pillow-talk while
lying by the fire.

Clouds in the sky
dance before my eye,
ephemeral and free,
so touching to me
that I can’t help but cry.

Walk a thousand miles
wearing another man’s shoes
without leaving home.

Oh man-made idol,
you’re a shallow replacement
for a living god.