LATE DECEMBER BACK IN '63

the silhouette
of the tiny town
hitched itself

to a sunset
that slowly
deepened into night

the bruised day
becoming dark...darker
the clock ticking off time

they sat together
in her car later
the world standing still

so many kisses
more kisses
than stars

dawn finding them
asleep in each
other's arms

Miracles appeared
When I died
I let the
Blood of Jesus
Run through my veins
Now I do more
In my life than just maintain
I live in the blood of Jesus

keep your eyes closed love.

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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.