Our Soul's Window Pane

As was favourable son

elected to the night's 

slipping and sliding 

I gathered stalks of innocence 

unnoticed 

and passed yon

to peel the crumbs of blessed 

tunes and hues

and feature my smile anon,

cracking at the hips of 

the waitress from eternity

plying trade in sugar hearts 

poured over desserts aplenty

were you my apperitif?

or were you my serf?

could we meet in person

person to person?

could we exchange

our medals, our scars

our code untouched,

but turbo driven by time;

the inexorable beast that pushes

us towards our boundary,

our soul's window pane?

Reviews

[Rachael]

This is wonderful! It flows beautifully and the words all seem to fall exactly where they belong.

[Ruth]

Goodness! I have been moved through this thought process! Truly beautiful love! I cannot say how much this piece has blessed my day! Words hold new meaning in this! xx