The Treasure That Is Left

Sometimes I wonder,
Whether the treasure I seek,
Is it even in it.
I already got it,
The key I wear on my sleeve,
Awaiting for a chance to unlock it.

Will it quench my fantasies,
Or magnify my desires?

With your speech you dazzle,
You deem.
But not to the other,
It seems.

The faith is missing,
Just like I had imagined,
So now I await patiently,
For the day to come,
Riding on a chariot,
With a bow and arrow,
Up your sleeve,
Heading for what's left.




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.