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The Restless Hunter
I offered you a glimpse into my heart.
You remained aloof and dared not look.
As if a trap were set to somehow defeat your better judgement.
As if ...
in looking, your own heart would be heard.
As if ...
hearing your own heart
was a pain too great to bear.
And yet ... in a world indifferent to all the things I most value,
from your heart I dare not turn away.
My own heart was made promises,
and now I see the end of my road
with promises unfulfilled.
There are not diversions enough to appease my quest.
There are not goals so beautiful
or treasures so desired.
A prisoner of my nature, I remain ...
The Restless Hunter
© 2003 Glen River
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