Behind the Back of Bliss

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!