Meet You at the Crashing Of the Waves
Harken, stand still, yes, upright ---
Heathens in their delight!
Unbrookable silence of the HURRIED CHILD.
Arms, sweat, salt and sky
Choreograph a silent soiree of feeble minds
Let’s take this out in this harsh encounter
Under the turbulent clouds
There’s split-seconds away from salvation…
Don’t let it take you!
The rich dark blues are waiting on this endless waltz.
Come out of the woodlands and spill
That liter of light!
My pail is full of insects and worn out lace
And besides ----
The sun kept beating down on my rain-torn vessels.
Damnation has nothing on truthful moments
Would you ---
Turn left, or turn right?
Do we acquiesce the plan that has been laid?
Relax, even if the water carries out to nothing
But a brittle twig
No judgment or damnation awaits
BUT JUST TELL ME WHAT I’VE FORGOTTEN.
Harken, stand still, yes, upright ---
ReplyDeleteHeathens in their delight!
Unbrookable silence of the HURRIED CHILD.