The air hangs heavy around my head.

I breath the hidden fire

And question the very heart of me.

If I have lost my way

Why do I see the comparisons?

Why do I bleed these thoughts

Into the crystal experience?

My ego plays a game of temptation.

A half eaten apple

Rocks uncertain on my table of life.

Its taste is so bitter

And yet I yearn for another bite:

Another sweet blissful

Conversation with the devil.

Bliss dangles her fickle invitation;

Hope invades wishful dreams;

Lust insidiously pervades life;

Time tells its likely lies;

Earth beckons with a skeletal finger;

But over everything,

Love waits to conquer my knowing soul.

© Allen Ansell 2025