Poerty night / Original poems

crossing the line

Where is the line, the fine one
Where we do not cross
But they do
The ones who have passed us by
To live in the heavens

They speak if we listen
it’s not a line they say
But an arrow - a guide

To find the way, where true North lies
Live your days in absents of lies

Nights prayer

Something heavy invades my body
That leans in but does not touch

It seems night awakes its mind
To recall the worst of times
When the shadows are real and concrete
And dreams - oh where the dreams lie

But if I’m silent and wait
I can bear to memories of ill gotten fate
Until the calvary of mornings bright blues
Brings solitude to that dreaded touch

Sins

Will a shovel cover your sins?
Buried deep in the earth
Beneath our feet and judging hearts
They won’t remain there, your truths
Not for long, you know this to be true
your sins turn to seeds when buried deep
They fester and emerge
Pretty flowers wrapped as weeds
Slither on cat’s paws binding
around your feet
Will you notice?
When they draw you
Into the deep

~meditations~