Wednesday, March 06, 2013


Relinquish this life would I readily
For the promise of love that grows steadily
In place of the state of the world as we know it
Where decay robs all things, including this poet
For never to age nor perish we long
As if for the chords of a faraway song
That once we had sung but long since forgotten
Now dismayed and disdained,
blood-stained and rotten
We labor along, hastening that day
When, in a flash, the chorus will play
And there, be restored to the glory once held
Behind fateful journeys that promises spelled

To return to our places of glorious splendor
Seated on thrones with touches so tender
That hearts will be melted in pools of communion
Not Midas, but better, more precious than bullion

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