Lean out your life, Broken, into the next page. The messenger With his scribbles Is so often, the hastily-written note. Let the tyrant fall From your heart, For he has eclipsed enough stars. Will you pledge your safety In my arms? Holding nails to the cross, While your wrists bleed a trail. We can drink Heaven. We can empty it, The suffering, To wield forgiveness upon a battered heart. Our love will be dark, Though possess light enough to break the silence.
Poem – “Let the Dust Fall” – Romance – 7/4/2020
