The Departure Of A Surrealistic Phenomenon. -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 17:33:30 03/11/03 Tue
Author: Pegasus
Author Host/IP: host162-51.pool21759.interbusiness.it / 217.59.51.162
Subject: The Departure Of A Surrealistic Phenomenon.

The Departure Of A Surrealistic Phenomenon.

Finality, draped like an ashen veil,
contorts the familiarity of your face
and alienates us from each other,
until I'm allowed to comprehend,
what immortality exactly means.

With the talent of a crippled sculptor,
mortality restructured your facial cordiality
into a harsh lugubrious disguise,
frightening like Venetian masks,
ghastly wavering above pitch dark canals,
caught in the flickering light
that shines off a gondel's prow.

Vague contours that struggled to survive,
hemmed by symbolic silver of wisdom and knowledge,
that will never be unkempt by restless winds again,
nor tousled, by grandchildren's hands;
it's beacon of dialog, laugher and love
will no longer launch whispers of solace,
as bloodless lips are silenced forever
to never again gently kiss away
an infant's pain
of bruises or bumps.

Hands, that once reached out to us,
lay now lamed in lifeless gesture,
with painstaking fingers helplessly entwined,
infinitely folded to interminable prayers,
composed of silent words saying nothing,
yet speaking volumes of loud encouragements,
as they page along muted memories,
engraved through out our minds.

As eight screws finally secure the coffin's lid,
a grewsome reality enlightens awareness;
light has been banned from your soul forever
like Venetian blinds prohibit a sun's peek
and as your existence fades away beyond time,
it seems as if your spirit tries to blow the candles,
as all flames harmoniously quiver on their wick;
a silent salute,
designated to Angels only, homeward bound.

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