Fire From Far

You're in love-plight and sing for me each night, As though abandoned by the savage world; On the kingsize bed, here, we spouses fight, In whirlpools of nightmares, I'm, often, hurled...! Insomniac and sleepwalking; I sing, Mindlessly over roofs with broken tiles; And hear from a far-off church, my knells ring, Faded from our faces are those soft smiles...! In the furnace of the cast we get burned, Religions stand far and harp on morals; When, lo, to ashes, our physiques get turned, Will zeitgeists glorify us with laurels...? Could clutches of cultures, yet, long hold back? Yeah, at last, breaking the caves of our graves, Our nightingales, within, will make crypts crack, Sweet songs will soar over soundless sea waves...!!! 10 April 2023 SIMPLY POETRY 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables