EMOTIONAL PARADOX
Many monolithic moons
Have passed with minor fanfare
Complex years
Scars of difficult development
Mortal chronology bristles by
Analogous
To icy north wind
Wisdom
Still a mystery to me
So often I feel immature
Reasoning as a child
Engulfed in wondrous innocence
Emotional paradox
Polished words pass my lips
In stark contrast
Blemished conceptualization
Defies social rationale
Poignant intuition
Rules my exploitations
Imperceptible force
Veiled holy Counselor
Companion on my daily walk
Odyssey toward the sacred light
Where hallowed childhood prevails
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
