lilac temple
On a full moon night
I saw a man in sight
sitting by a fire
that seemed like a pyre.
I watched him from a distance,
not seeking his assistance
For to me he seemed lost
not wanting to be a host.
Upon closer inspection,
I saw the affection
of his towards the lies
that lay burning before his eyes.
His eyes showed no hope
Tears didn't help him cope
For the loss was too immense
No doubt it was intense.
I wanted to intervene,
to give him hope at the scene
But then a thought came my way
advising me to stay away.
For everyone has to face a time
When the lies are reduced to a dime
For noone wants to join the line
that leads them to the divine.
muted jolt