Gerrymandering
Those spoken words that can't be taken back come back as incendiary
attacks. How many rough relationships must one go through before one
finds smooth? Is it me or you? Don't be fooled. We are the key ingredient
that our kids feed on. Do they grow strong or limp along?
Is there life out there? Is there hurt after mistakes?
Is the Lord's day really all that great? What about the other days of the
week? The world continues spinning, this concept of us is
revolutionary. Together we find balance in give and
take, the reorientation of space so that the stars you look upon don't crumble
and fall. Heaven is two feet from the ground. A morning fog we walk through
daily. Good quickly dissipates and we're left wondering how heaven drifted so
far away. What happened to Sunday? How did the Sabbath move from
Saturday? How did we become disenchanted? Separate but equal, so
political our lies are believable. Can I count on your vote? Sure (not really).
Stop gerrymandering. What's mine is ours. Erase the lines that divide.
Come close to close. Let me peer through you, stir that ocean inside of you.
Let our problems fade in the distance like a pier five miles away.
Rise above crosses and steeples above the morning mist that evaporates
when the sun first kisses it. Let me hold you in my heaven till noon,
lay with you in evening, give you that resurrective feeling at the first stroke of
midnight. Your dark knight with whispers of goodnight, choir preaching, have
you heard a good word? Even after all that we see reaches oblivion,
I got you. Going to ride it out until the waves become smooth.
If still waters run deep, sit down so I can quench my thirst in your
baptismal pool. Dive into your postrapedic positions and serenade you with
what is coming next. Rain falling on violet painted window sills on the inside it
sounds like a lullaby. We've mastered this concept so hard to come by. We
can't do drive-bys, can't duck and hide. Us and we go together the way
summer follows spring. What you take away, give it back new. Be my
solstice, a day that separates and joins seasons. My soul sister, soul mate
and soul date: expiration of forever and a day. Together you and I with
mountains to climb, storms to soar beyond, and a heaven to get into,
mornings to walk through. No more gerrymandering. A hope you can believe
in. I am T.S. Lewis and I approve this blessing. Let's make it smooth.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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