Faith In God

As you were stilling down the pine avenues You caught a despaired twinkle in your eye That had a semblance of doubt and perplexity, When your eyes meet the sky, your mind twisted Downward to the center of tremendous opportunity In the midst of an overcoming shadowy Figure, Then as a crimson Passer-by noticed everything Of the confrontation between clauses of the sharp Suitor and of a shark swingling, creeping, dwindling By the the Ocean of your innermost hell, There in front of a café where you used to meet her Your hands caress the pavement that you judge Too frail like the sounds of whisking by, controled, Scrowled by the scowl of your inner feelings, You stump your feet then High Heavens Everything around you turns to Yellow deciphering : The Sun has shined by the Rivulet of demise!