From this mountain
you look miniscule to me
From up here you are insignificant
you are a mere speck
on this island

I am above you
looking down
with mercy and benevolence
upon the kingdom of my fancy

I adapted to rule you
with thought and will
But here I sit disconnected
from you, as you converse
and laugh...with others

You beguile me,
I am alone...
friendless yet beneficient
I am monastic...
Took a vow...
Of life without you...

05/16/2003

Posted on 05/17/2003
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