Heaven's Weight

Was this, what it was for? This path of metaphor Trails of similes and imagery Summits of sun-tossed poetry Have I run this marathon Bulked up my artistic bond So on pretty words, rely To bear witness, as you die? I would return it all, every single line To feel your flesh warming mine How weakly, pen and paper breaks Under the toll of heaven's weight Now alone, facing the permanency Of forever, my tears take a knee I surrender, I concede, I relent, I submit To whatever relief belief can give it. Maybe If I say my prayers Just right Maybe If I cleanse the sin From my sight Maybe The stars Will show where you are Tonight. 7/12/20