Pine Revelation., by Stoned Immaculate Subscribe to rss feed for Stoned Immaculate

From beneath the pine
my face collides through limber branches
to meet the sun; O' skyline Patriarch
through your vistas I am cleansed of angst

I do not need you anylonger
the lucid dawn untangles the eyesore 
of my vile sentiments

But only when your days' duties
   meet your expected bounds
I become prisoner of the witching hour
   I plead you to rise and restore

My faith has been cast into my bowels
Posted: 2007-06-01 16:24:23 UTC

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2007-04-19 01:10:51User
Hey,this is a great poem..you sure are a talented writer..!!

2007-05-18 17:08:43Angel of Music
Good job! I really like this one!

2007-06-06 18:06:56.:side:walk:.
Cool poem! Thanks for sharing!