a greater good

written during a magnificent thunderstorm ... and thoughts of a blue-eyed dreamer who saw a world through the eyes of Jesus. one who took a piece of me for his own in the wake of unspeakable tragedy.

She stands by his side

listening,

tears falling as diffused  moments upon

his silenced brow

 

Her cumulous wings shelter him

in protective sanctity,

soothing

nightmare’s screams no one else can

hear.

 

His hands, quiet now

rest at his sides.  Fingers

that bent the ink

and wielded a greater sword

lie

still.

 

Time presses urgently against the window

thunder gathers in rolling

warning

But still,

she quietly listens . . .

 

The furious sky threatens, spitting lightning

across the heavens, but

oh.so.gently

she caresses his ashen cheek

knowing

 

time

was only shuttering windows,

giving itself to arrivals and uneasy glances

toward restless stirrings along unwelcome shores

 

 

And a pitiless sea tugs at vistas of eternal  symphonies

Promised.

but she waits, holding one true accord aloft

offering . . .

 

But when Judgment arrives, it feasts on a torrent of snatching winds

ripping wings from her shoulders that

flutter away on the discord of rising tide . . .

 

Naked she, unashamed,

as her heart resigns and

Wonders

how it is to taste the wrath of the sea.

 

And he . . .  startled mind awakening,

           feels a fleeting chill of the ocean

as his fingers

begin to stir . . . 

 

for Mark

Reviews

[Chris]

Her wings were given -
leaving her heart - beating still
within fingertips...

And his eyes glowed with lightning
and his thunders touched heaven...

Hi J.

The taste of what loving IS
pervades your thoughts...
Tis never a taking...
just a willingness to give,
and freely care - because you can
and want to.

Chris

[Tate Morgan]

It feels like an epic of Greek origin I think the words are beautiful

[Brad]

mythic and sad...reads like a greek tragedy