love, blue passions
spiralling into the night.

we carve ourselves out
of emptiness,
drift where the moon
wanders into the night.

there are no dead leaves,
summer lingers in
the trees, splashes
pools of golden moon
onto the floor.

i can hear your heart-beat,
so soft, so beautiful
that the night whispers
sweet songs to the sky.

Two thieves were hanging
Next to the Christ
One on his left
One on his right

One was ungrateful
For his lot in life
The other repentant
Remember me in paradise

They each had that moment
To open their hearts
One thought it best
The other thought not

One thief was saved
The other one lost
One knew the price
Counting the cost

Knowing it's never too late
To invite Jesus in
Just do it before the day
You've reached the end