Prophet's Path.

How Much Does love cost ?
And Hatred too.
When Soul Has rested in nest,
of eternal blue.
Why shall we must yearn;
of purest sea-shells;
on shores of washed up dirt;
of surest dreams .

A dandy of words and an ancient soul;
I am tormented in this earthly foul.
By Buffalo of Early East ;
By criminals ,Traders and communist Priests .
Yet There is holy in skies unseen,
in robes gone long before ;my lonely wings.
And there is light in darkness,
and salvation in suffering .
The Prophet's Path
his silent uttering.