The Scents of Oblivion

The Scents of Oblivion
Inspired by and dedicated to Miss Purple


The Scents of oblivion, pure and whole
like the washing away of all there is
beneath the isle where rests my soul
like the reaching out of untorn bliss

A fragrance imbibing all others
like the newness of spring pouring in
A bough that's never known shudders
of a calm breeze, or an ardent wind

Evading the two reassuring eyes
of Wisdom, stemming from past alarms
or the Vision, where the future lies
like running, Today, into mother's arms

Free from the time of a biased tense
Rushing along with Gushing streams
cascading down the edge of sense
into the Senselessness of dreams

You can't fathom, how a creeper runs
while reaping only the seeds you sow
You'll never know how, O Prejudiced ones,
to grow away from where you grow

- Akro