For You
The few priests we could find
Bit out their tongues to divine
Goodness today, dies while unheard
Best bleed within, before you speak a word
Glassy fragments, ghostly shells
Drifting bodies that ring with the bells
Left unfound, where long grass grows
Sharp voices muted, by Winter's cold snows
But Heaven had left, a solitary comet
Spitting its ash, the embers of a sonnet
Streams of love, of distance and madness
Guiding lights, for dreamers lost to sadness
Those eyes smile, when they spy your star
Yelping with want, before they know who you are
Clipped wings, fall from the dove
Stilled its breath, with their tourniquet of love
Light gently fades, tears dry in place
But seeing what has lost, brings us face-to-face
Voices dry up, lights slowly die
If not the place, then we will share the sky
And through that we kiss
Bit out their tongues to divine
Goodness today, dies while unheard
Best bleed within, before you speak a word
Glassy fragments, ghostly shells
Drifting bodies that ring with the bells
Left unfound, where long grass grows
Sharp voices muted, by Winter's cold snows
But Heaven had left, a solitary comet
Spitting its ash, the embers of a sonnet
Streams of love, of distance and madness
Guiding lights, for dreamers lost to sadness
Those eyes smile, when they spy your star
Yelping with want, before they know who you are
Clipped wings, fall from the dove
Stilled its breath, with their tourniquet of love
Light gently fades, tears dry in place
But seeing what has lost, brings us face-to-face
Voices dry up, lights slowly die
If not the place, then we will share the sky
And through that we kiss
posted by The Duke at 10:16 PM
2 Comments:
This is really good
I especially like 'Voices dry up and lights slowly die"
Thanks!
I re-read that poem just now and it sounds like a sorta deal about God. I actually meant it to be a love poem in the face of hardship and cyncism. Ah well. There goes the mystique.
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