Sanctity Is Never Free

Corey Lynn

A deserted street in the carnival
enters all my dreams,
Little footsteps wandering
through misty lakes and frozen trees.
A nightmare always takes its hold
behind your empty eyes.
I try to keep my balance as
tears like raindrop fill my skies.

I sit on the edge with the black pouring down.
Like a cradle full of wishes,
and a naked king without a crown.
I feel for something holy in the all too restless wind.
And I can never grasp it
along with all this sin.

I see a thousand eyes beneath their bony wings,
screaming for reverence
and settling for shiny things.
A swarm creeps in and takes a seat
on the alter in this cage.
And dances circles at my feet
and fills this night with bitter rage.
I can never come to you ,
and you will never know,
that when I see tomorrow now,
it only feels like letting go.

solar_sail

Very intrigueing! One of the best here in the van pool. Good job and hope to see more of these from you-- You're a light, a candle, and a thought!

I have a few I'm hoping to post sometime in the Christmas future, so also keep a eye open for me!

Soon- jlb