One day
Of tranquility
I ask for
My Sabbath;
I am asphyxiating
From the theft
Of my infancy;
Cheated…
Out of tenderness and innocence.
What is
Momentous
About these things
We twist our spines for,
From which we make sacrifice?
My Sabbath,
I need.
It shall entail
A calm oasis, a breezy field
Ice cold water, citrus scent
A billion smiles and sky blue eyes
Two welcome arms
For while I lie;
Lament for distance
Of fifty lives
That are not mine,
That aren’t my time.
My Sabbath,
A drunken reverie
On a cool, clear reservoir
Viewing the sea, drifting away;
My Sabbath
For only
Today.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 12:39 AM UTC
One day
Of tranquility
I ask for
My Sabbath;
I am asphyxiating
From the theft
Of my infancy;
Cheated…
Out of tenderness and innocence.
What is
Momentous
About these things
We twist our spines for,
From which we make sacrifice?
My Sabbath,
I need.
It shall entail
A calm oasis, a breezy field
Ice cold water, citrus scent
A billion smiles and sky blue eyes
Two welcome arms
For while I lie;
Lament for distance
Of fifty lives
That are not mine,
That aren’t my time.
My Sabbath,
A drunken reverie
On a cool, clear reservoir
Viewing the sea, drifting away;
My Sabbath
For only
Today.