
Then I recalled her kind smile/
and how she wears hats.
Thou who hast stomped and/
crushed my heart, when hold we our/
next business meeting?
The last spires went on/
the burned church, lifted my heart/
and filled me with joy*.
*hope
Her soul felt so much/
pain. We could have learned from it,/
but she stayed silent.
When I give her what/
she asks for, and she turns it/
down, I’ll stop trying.
Do you still dance? Or/
have you locked up your heart and/
feet and mind and soul?
With two hands on my/
shoulders, God’s servant told me/
where I need to go.
OR
where I need to be.
OR
Hands on my shoulders,
he looked into my soul and/
told me where to go.
The midnight train’s
lonesome call
awakened me.
Startled,
I looked to see
a bright light
bearing down on me.
I panicked
until I realized
it was again
the damn
full
moon
racing
down
the
window
slats
tracks
to once more
crush
my heart
with missing you
memories.
More pink roses with/
no one to send them to, but/
looking makes me smile.