Altarwise-Hum
Altarwise-Hum
Nick Rush
When it’s late enough to hear locusts love
East of altarwise, humming.
You can see the somber moon fade away
Sunshines duty coming.
The sun grows ever-meeker now
As night is blending dusk with day
The moon has since been slumping
West of altarwise, hear the bees humming.
As it soaks you in, awry goes the moon
Bidding a lie to sun
Finding contrast drums our gun
North of altarwise, hear the birds hum.
Just as darkness turns to light
Then begin to balance as one
When you feel the tongue
From the altarwise-hum
You finally hear
What love can become
The sun leaves loving faces,
As vibrant hues leak
Outlining the peaks
As it’s dragged underneath; our sight.
True beauty immense, for only a peek
Morphing remnants scream into bleak.
Ah, the voyage of life
Where tears engulf
Like the bright moonlight
Though the dark side outguns some
Following lights anointing south
To dealers joking at the altarwise-hum.
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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