A Great Name

I found a penny Even though it was worthless It is worth more than you know When you add up the digits and find The sum you find that love cannot be hidden In darkness, but the true light reveals what True love can always display, a type Of character around the hour, hours that Turn into days, days that turn into months, roses That shed blood when it’s cold and loneliness still Besieges me so well when its waters spring up I go down Into the heavens and lift up this rock, to trample on serpents. Blood thirsty are these creatures, but I am thirsty for love And vengeance, to take back a stolen heart, that breaths New life into dead things and dead things that blow Dead air away from ocean shores beneath me.