In the seventh hour
Here is where I am,
No words of shame;
Despite the past,
Nothing is lost when the time is right.
In your arms I feel the peace I'm craving,
Your skin gave me a place to stay ;
And your presence a sense of two,
Nothing is lost when the time is right.
On this bed of starring stars I'm resting well,
No apologies, no regrets;
The prize was the warmth of your presence,
Thus your flesh gave me a place to stay.
In the seventh hour,
When everyone is waking up;
The morning melody of rush ,
Despite the past;
I wasn't alone and neither lonely,
In fact I was alive,
Brave and not sorry.
Copyright © Walter D Tomeo | Year Posted 2018
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