Returning Home

The light hits the vase for the will to possess
The treacherous cure of the powerless
Hiding the marks of an unconscious cloth
Built in each and every home
That was filled with sorrow

break

Abuse, harm, narcissusses

break


Now comes the time
Of a return
Where the cross
In our names
Finds the centre
Over the pillars
A bright explosion
And swirling from above
Little whispers
Of a snake and a dove
Playing in unison
Can you hear
The call of love
Back home

break

I picked up years of blooms
My earthly clouds
A semblance of breath
Weakened on the axis
Suffocates

Roses, irises
Ride the waves and slowly fade

break


Next: 2. The fall


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