I sometimes wonder...
Past polished stone,
walk past your spire.
Brick sandy patch
with hook strung wire.
In the brush, angels awaken
and will hustle to and fro,
You stir life into the living,
I sometimes wonder if you know?
Ravens squawk my drear arrival,
I gesture a rapid shoo.
They say you’ve slain an angel,
I say I’ve only slain a few.
‘Did you wash with tears their halos?’
were the words the ravens spew.
We’re past the point, reprieve is showered…
I sometimes wonder if you knew?
I threw my head on leaden pillows,
And saw me floating in some hall.
I saw me standing on a diving board,
with bricks and thorns to break my fall,
And in all this madness across the abysmal black,
I saw a beam one shining through
And truth be told such light be you…
I sometimes wonder if you knew?
walk past your spire.
Brick sandy patch
with hook strung wire.
In the brush, angels awaken
and will hustle to and fro,
You stir life into the living,
I sometimes wonder if you know?
Ravens squawk my drear arrival,
I gesture a rapid shoo.
They say you’ve slain an angel,
I say I’ve only slain a few.
‘Did you wash with tears their halos?’
were the words the ravens spew.
We’re past the point, reprieve is showered…
I sometimes wonder if you knew?
I threw my head on leaden pillows,
And saw me floating in some hall.
I saw me standing on a diving board,
with bricks and thorns to break my fall,
And in all this madness across the abysmal black,
I saw a beam one shining through
And truth be told such light be you…
I sometimes wonder if you knew?
posted by Azam at 4:47 PM
5 Comments:
i'm sure he did. they always have ways of knowing, that are beyond our comprehension. or so i'd like to think.
hehehe. no he. she. sorry to limit the universal appeal of this piece of verse but this is for a girl.
how very literal. im bored already
how very literal. im bored already
Did you write this poem yourself?
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