Alive
Is your soul blood red
A dowry of bitter wine
Spilling mortality
Staining the divine
Is eternity a prison
The rusty knife of time
Carving your senses
Caging your mind
Is flesh a pardon
A tactile bribe
Begging the question
What is alive
Is there a reason
In this chalice of mine
To sip my faith
And fear no demise
Is there a forever
In your crying eye
A word to grasp
When your child has died
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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