Did you pick up
       a spirit in that bottle?
Intoxicated by the
       lure of what lies?
Dancing on the left
       rope full throttle?
Begging plight sweet
       release plea savour nye?
Tethered, fetter,
       even weathered cries.
Jute,twine, bound
        tight not for sails filled.
Dock the time
         glass message until.
Just at a glance,
         discovers we've swallowed
                            swill.

Icicles on
                 my tessellation
                                            cast the
                                                           fly
    For
           play
                   adulation

                                just around the bend
            I 'll catch
                            his
          rainbow's
end

Mere words can't describe
the you I hold inside

Insufficient the attempt
to paint one such as thee

If only, the hands you see
mirror the man I know you to be

Then mere words would render
All speechlessly

Peering through the veil brightly
Shinning in the darkest of night

He dared to ***** out innocence
Stealing his secret delight

Standing with fist held tight in her soul torn discreetly
Would one day arise ever since soft yet sweetly

As she disclosed the open door truth stood rightly
Unleashing tears she held in years ever so, tightly

An Angel beyond the wisdom of the ages
Broke through, annihilation , several generations stuck in plastic cages.

Clarity gifted like providential timing.
An appointment made, freedom bells chiming.

To
Know
It's
True
Depths
One
Must
Taste
It's
Sting

Linen strength woven
                     carry the wait
It's patience does bare
                      What time can't
disparity will erase
                      Cleansing each
tattered thought
                       The waves
        crash ashore
                       Ebb and flow
Moon tides roar
                       One day it will be
forever more

In the midst of
Summer's heat,
ripen amber fields
that gave.
Before the dew
thistles bend
royal color shew.
Farmer's delight
to know    
all heads must go.
Until dusk to dawn
thorns remain.
Toil chaff disdain
to Fall.
Tis the beauty of
it all.