today’s
the day that marks the day
in
coffins lay all that holds sway
no
longer are my days the night
i’m
breaking free and taking flight
alighting
on her sovereign skin
where
all of me is welcomed in
to
dwell where prophets prophesized
there’s
nothing that i’ve compromised
except
some dust and crusted rust
and
winding streets of wanderlust
i
sing new songs she sang to me
while
in her arms that canopy
the
harsh rays of my loneliness
filtered
by her tenderness
the
work of faith within her touch
i’ve
been born again amid such
writing
epitaphs along the way
for
the dark streets of decay
and
my despair that i once shared
during
my years of walking there
for
now i stray in different ways
lady
and tramp, meatball to say
she’s
uppermost within my mind
no
other thoughts i hope to find
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