Thinking about heaven
and if there is such a thing
would it be better than now
or maybe the pain doesn’t cease
most of all, who would walk with me
Thinking about this world
and aware of the unseen
what bends the mighty branch
what is the invisible weight
who would walk with me
Rain drives into my eyes
dark thunderous clouds roll
bouncing like a boxer about to strike
and I’m not afraid to be alone
But wonder, who will walk with me
Waves crash on the deck and grope at my shins
pretending to be gentle thus lying about their power
always wanting more, pretending they loved me
its rich bounty of fish and salt as the tease
This love will claim me before I am ready
as with all things meaning the most
water embraces the body like mothers arms
and bubbles rise away like a lover saying goodbye.
Someone out there is grieving
And someone is crying unheard
Someone is happily receiving
And someone is always coming third
You have seen your hurt
And you hide all your scars
You have seen your love
And waved it gone in another’s car
Someone laughs into a strong wind
And someone feels the zephyrs touch
Someone gives all their heart
And someone treasures it as such
You have seen the movement of life
And unsolicited you received a gift
You have held loves sharp knife
And yet you bleed from the rift
Someone survives capitalism’s torture
And someone feeds from its strife
Someone cultivates others ignorance
And yet someone is happy of life
I am willing for the pebbles to turn to sand
and waiting
until granite is dust in my hand
I am waiting
to be allowed to touch the moon
and willing
for the blossoms to open soon
A great heaviness bears down on the foundation of the soul
propped up by the heart and commodity of secrets once given
Through a window observations are made as if looking at coal
and then a wonder of worth in a world so busy with the living
A great heaviness bears down on the questions once asked
of where one is supposed to be and why there is no solace
When everything has been done and ones left standing unmasked
the nakedness unnoticed, all that was precious smashed on the rocks
A great heaviness bears down on all the heart has said
torn down are the walls of indemnity along with retentive fears
Wandering across tract of a damaged soul where trees lie dead
head bowed while on knees of hope, finding the only comfort in tears
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