Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Monday, June 25, 2012

Stain Glass Library

I am the dust on this cold surface
Slow moving decay...
A promise of the believers mind
All my doubt and questioning, most of all
Goes against the atheist...
The one who spends their life like it's the only one they'll have...
My, how I envy...
The simple eyes... the pain you feel as suffering.

The echo of your loss is will and heart;

Not to mention the dream of union.

No matter what will be
Consequence will follow
Collecting words and thoughts
Pages in a book...
All marked inside.

The stain glass library...

I am the dust on this cold surface

The echo of your loss is will and heart;

The dream of union.

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