A Man Dreams of God and God Dreams of Man
When night comes at last,
Dragging it's long face down,
When drunk, the gash of dusk comes.
Of lamentation, of it's cries,
Of laughter and the soothing music into
your ears.
For something I couldn't understand.
When, free at last
The night had won again,
It's cries were louder than what we could
do.
When mourning comes,
Dressed in black and grim faces
Down the roads forevermore.
When,
Sober at the lash of dawn,
Do we go where we are needed.
It's songs were much more beautiful than I
could do.
When,
Making way for the ropes of day,
Do we stumble and fall.
As we all go back to weaving the stories,
Tapestries, it is what you willed.
Copyright © Kevin Pina | Year Posted 2014
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