The Passage
POEM "THE PASSAGE" by martin gedge
On the outside looking in
I'm the passage on the wind
shadow serpent of the heart
born of light to pierce the dark
keeper of the gravely soul
as death will follow where I go
for eyes to wonder while they rest
to clean and rinse to fold and press
for those who line the body box
I shall refrain the chain and locks
to give the sight of whence you came
across the skies of burning flame
to open doors and drop the slate
onto the floors of garden gate
that dead shall rise to breathe of again
to walk in fields of gods amen....
by martin gedge©
Copyright © Martin Gedge | Year Posted 2019
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