yeah

by onthebus2002

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-19 17:43:00

He walks in shadows laced with defeat
And beckons angels from their sleeping
Tender is, the one who may creep
And stop the echo of the sending
Through dreams and visions
Raging times,
Constant in his self description
He takes the moments laid ahead
And turns them to his resurrection
And yet I wonder of his glory
How shaded it must be
The path is thin between us
Between us
Suck it down
Let it in.
This motion passed the ghost of maybe
Runs fickle in its clarity
Too soon the time of meaning faded
And left a sin.