Cerulean Odyssey One, 13-16
13
bayside rumours of war
and flowers blossoming thirst
for sacrificial blood
cut my weeping heart out
ensure another flawless sunrise
confusion moments of despair
deceived beyond deception
their laboured cry heard no more
my voice remains
slower traffic keep right
my fist a burning piston
line upon line
precept upon precept
14
skies clear the flotsam rainclouds
suns shine on golden rivers
flooded roadways stagger forward
too much gain
after so much pain
justice limits speed at eighty
curtains of spray chase my tires
can anyone hear my song
of desolate seclusion
sanctuary studio walls witness
a lament for what went wrong
do not beat the eardrum primal
close the door to tears
tombs of unknown children
guardians of more broken dreams
15
the wind has fallen asleep
fanny bay comox valley green
redemption mountains
like a steel collar
on my brain
wood fires sweet aroma
put the burden down
to hold the hand of forgiveness
on a diamond ready gown
her with many crowns
gifts from heaven’s giver
father of the fatherless to all
who hear my voice mail call
come home to love’s oasis
in the valley of dry bones
turn around my dearest friend
do not look back
next week another leg of journey
on wounded knee I bow
16
you make my heart sing
truck stop chorus on a weary road
birds that pray for laughter
chatter well into the night
your peace child offers gently
to hold my horn of plenty
sometimes empty rivers well spring flow
and lay my head to rest
on your love eternal breast
drink deep the sounds of grace
I hold your candle burning
in the night time of my fears
to dream a while before the morning
to resume my long distance kingdom voyage
of these anointed chosen years
Copyright © Gerrit Verstraete | Year Posted 2007
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