Midnight Lament
FROM SALT A WORD OF
THOUGHT, A BREATH NOT
OCEAN,NOT AIR. A FEEL WITH
HEART, A TOUCH OF MIND, A
PROFOUND DIMENTION OF
ECSTACY. IN AND OUT OF LONG
HALLS THAT ECHO , ONLY ONE
YET Weighed IN BY A LIBERTY
YIELDED A PROMISE OF BONES
AND DUST GROWS VELVET
BLOOM THORNED. THE WELPS
OF LIGHTNING HEAD TO FOOT
FORGED A GLOW IN MY HEAD. A
STEAMING AMAZON CRESTING
AN OCEAN OF BLISS, THIS WORD
PASSES LIPS WITH EASE OF
BREATH.
Larry Dewayne Bible
Copyright 2000 Larry Dewayne Bible