Faraway Man
Faraway Man
Somewhere distant an owl hoots
A crotchety crow sets the mood
Trees wave in howling wind
Beneath, rickety tombstones sing
Oh seraph, oh seraph wake us up
It is cold here in the dark
Oh seraph, oh seraph your promises
So soothing before
Hollow souls, unanswered prayers
Lying and waiting for the Savior
Despaired and betrayed
Above, the sky cold and grey
Is it epiphany?
Or faith uncanny
By Jit H. Lim
Street Lawyer
Singapore
Feb 1 2007
12:26am
Copyright © Jit Lim | Year Posted 2012
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