Frightened

Locked firm in place in desolate space so devoid of grace
Sire, looked grim, he was gone without a trace
Earth glistens from heaven's view so high
Like a blue sapphire it shines to open portals when we die

She calls in melancholy overtones up to him, 'spare us!'
'Spare me!' he replies, the spark, blunderbuss erupts
Powerful protection but without due reflection it denies
'Serendipity and karma', her tears tiny salty outcries

Cimmerian dreams and wrong deeds have plastered
A photo so disenchanted, time to make it remastered
Liverpool, Ashtabula, Argyle-socks in winter chill
Life renewed for her and he with such vibrant thrill

Will he be denied again is vibrating universally 
Resounding answer in negative signs catastrophically
May he be within the light he who shall never die
May he be within the right he who shall not lie

The rock is a desolate space, inside we must chisel 
With the master's hand the raw stone and drizzle
Love with the temperance of hate to craft
The Lord's masterpiece, his spiritual raft
Until we too see the sapphire's gleam
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Wesley Avatar
February 21, 2012 at 9:05 PM
So many things to imagine and such action in this Tim, it rocks with its own story and rhythm and I love the story. Looks like a 7 to me!
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