The day we found out
Our lives were like a
Constantly weaving in and
out the threads of our years.
Sometimes when the night closes its
windows, I stumble across you
when you are full of laughter and
revenge, oh my God you say
Because nothing that resembles
our lords creatures is afraid of you.
I pray the rosarys like you scim through
scriptures, looking for that other sign
Beside the ones I've found already.
Could it be?
We search to much.
Copyright 2010 by derrick burton