Oh God
Oh God
would that we had spoken
if but in a whisper
perhaps the butterfly
would still its wings
no longer tease fate
ripple time’s auric agenda.
Oh God
had we but passed, nodded,
in civil condescension
perchance
our hems touch
peace may have reigned.
Oh God
how cold the hymns
of echoed hubris
tortured dalliance
dancing ‘neath a dome
cold words
that mimic loves voice.
Oh God
Which of us
denies the other.
John G, Lawless
©5/28/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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