|
a line of trees
on both sides
shiver and shake their shoulders
restlessly
while I sleep
unknowingly
Because you are by my side
And the darkness can burn
With the reverse flash light flare
Of what is never seen
And the wind can bite
And spit
And rage
it's just a noise
Buffeting our window
Its just a flailing thing
That places your hand
Your hair
My shoulder
My hand
In their context
After all
Not much
And closer to God
Than anything that bites
Or kills
__________________
"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
|