Four Seasons
Slowly
(a life time of small steps back
Fades the light
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Birth of an immaculate
Smile
Spanning the horizon for hope
Scanning the world for yes
Searching the room for you
To face your face
To see what you see
To hear what you hear
To feel what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small looks back
Recedes the day
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Light of an untraceable
Urge
Scoping the skies for joy
Singing the warmth of birds
Shaking the wounds in you
To touch your face
To please what you see
To sooth what you hear
To smooth what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small kicks back
Proceeds the night
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Moon of an irradiant
Purge
Sapping the vines of spring
Stopping the play of sin
Solving the lies in you
To replace your face
To appease what you see
To fear what you hear
To doom what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small slaps back
Succeeds the dark
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Death of an unknowable
Life
Sounding the bells of done
Sipping the truth of hell
Salting the wounds in you
To forget your face
To curse what you see
To hate what you hear
To despise what you feel
----May 2014. Verse written for self-therapy. Composed in a state of anger, frustration, disappointment… It helped. A day later light-hearted humor was back.
Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014
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