Voyagers we are
but lost upon the infinite ocean
Days of challenge to endure
days of peace to enjoy
The waves of time walloping and
assaulting or soothing our flesh
condemned by our ancestral sin
Across barbed stile- sea anemone tongues
sting us to stop in our tracks
leave us off guard but still struggling
to live and enjoying the pain
that often feels good
until the after taste is felt
A certain eternity echoes
forever our name but
scrupulously reflects the same life
constructed new flesh to
cover old bones, to live
again continuously because
we forsake our absolute truth
Compelled by lust, by greed
we mask our past
The red apple of Eden
turns a succulent cherry
and bursts again that same sin
bound again and again
to the rise and fall
with the infinite ocean waves
forever lost at sea
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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