The vines of time revisited,
holding keen lacerations but
not quite yet torn.
With the knowledge of days gone by, mind
of an infidel,
and heart of a believer,
the vines heal their wounds,
in the future,
wary of mind’s lonely eye.
The vines of time revisited,
holding keen lacerations but
not quite yet torn.
With the knowledge of days gone by, mind
of an infidel,
and heart of a believer,
the vines heal their wounds,
in the future,
wary of mind’s lonely eye.
Wax Poetic 