I'm on the wrong side of Heaven,
I'm on the outside looking in,
Peeping through a window
At the warmth that lay within.
On the low side of Paradise,
Out along the fringe,
The streets are just gold-plated,
And with corrosion, tinged
Beyond the reach of Zion,
Somewhere across the tracks,
With the Fallen's tarnished halos,
Their wings all burnt and black
I walk along the boundary line
Here I'm forced to dwell-
Not saint enough for Heaven,
Nor sinner fit for Hell.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
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Bluebirds and cardinals
and sparrows this morning
Flock to the trees
just above where you sleep
Waiting for sunrise,
that first hint now dawning
Singing sweet melodies
for you to keep
As you awaken
to sonnets of summer
Here I will wait for
the smile on your face
It is these moments
I always will cherish
Mornings like this
I could never replace
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC