Beneath the Embers
Coup de main, a consensus breached,
Caught unawares, the rainbow bleached.
A masquerading smile, a lukewarm fear,
The icy hands, wasn't it clear.
Consenting adults, the coming of age,
Juvenile passions, each considered a sage.
Prepared questions, to clear up the fog,
As the debate turns to a monologue.
Anticipated answers evoke an alien feeling,
The unfiltered view doesn't seem appealing.
With flowing words, the river runs dry,
As the convincing game ends in a tie.
Astray in the darkness, with each echoing word,
The dialogue begins, others feelings are heard.
As time goes by, you question your faith,
You question your stand, your rhetorical hate.
There is one God, why the contrasting vision,
Cause maybe your beliefs are your religion.
Beneath the embers, as the ashes take form,
From silent lucidity, comes a silent storm.
------ Alistair D'souza 21st Feb 2006