That which I seek is not to be found, nor entranced, nor taken.
It is beyond my reach; it is my torment and eternal joy.
Though I may lay my life down, it matters not, for no deed of mine can win the unwinnable prize.
And so my dreams run on feet of grace, ever in darkness as to my longing.
Sunday, November 2, 2008 | Posted by Aaron Ross at 11:26 PM |
My Desire
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1 comments:
What a wonderful piece of prose. It makes me happy in a melancholy sort of way, though I'm not entirely sure the writer intended the reader to feel so.
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