Behind the Back of Bliss

Written by: Johnny Sumler

There is a place I'll wish to never know,
Where breath is black behind the back of bliss.
Green is the grace I glare for God to grow,
Myself, my soul, and life I mourn to miss,
As tears have torn taunting a tale of this.

Fate of my fears are fortunes I have failed,
As stars are ships to seas that have not sailed,  
By seamen searching through a sin of soul.
Kneeling on knees in knots as if I'm nailed,
I gleam on garden's green glories thy goal!