Awaiting salvation’s song By james a. galgano Within a world of failing flowers Filled with scents beyond all memory Whiling way in distending hours Where no hope is filled upon moments so brief There each thought lingers longing for a dream Which may never come so true Yet in thought each hour awaits For an entrance as if upon divine cue Into embrace filled with wonder Before the axe descends from overhead While each victim lays impatiently For some verse that may have never been said Wishing waiting for some divine intervention Never arriving as aforementioned Leaving distaste on each shivering lip Like a ship without destination Other than one which so quietly slips Into out of any port of calling Unknown to navigators of imperiled doom Should time stand still waiting While voices heard struggle to stay in tune There one finds a constant promise Praying for redemption by afternoon If no respite comes in colors Where will this leave those clinging to a waning moon But upon a moment’s notice that never comes to pass Nevertheless within that quandary True love will be realized at last
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 13:46:58 +0000
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