Ouidas' Rose

21

my heart gave way
I could no longer chain
thou words were loosened
under the rains' weight
the creek is my ground
and the bridge be my sky
for I wander in hope, in hope that there's light
from out under this bridge
from out this beggars heap
from out under this steeple
awake me from this deep sleep
awake me great spirits
with triumph over affliction
with jubilation o'er calamity
this is just a poor beggars crime
"would you splice death with time?"
"to meet with mine?"
my heart does give
what thous soul doth bleed
my giving is waging time
in that it gives time
to slowly chime, the unfurled bodies that sold their soul
to revert back, to slowly align
in the harmonious melody
that tickles the earth as she breathes
that twitches natures' ears to listen
to gravitys' chattering
Earl oin the mornin'
she summons her winds and roaring clouds above
to enlighten beings with its gentle touch
to drop a fragment of herself upon unworthy suitors just as thyself
she places her life in the hands of God,
entrusting man to guard her core
she is loving
she is patient
beseeching on our behave
she is loyal
she is faithful
uncomprehending by our measure
dear God listen to your beggars cry
light this tunnel from under the bridge
dear God, let me touch untainted skies again