Sunday Sermon

Like a dreamer that wakes with a jolt and

Grasps the tattered fabric of his quickly

Fading dreams, I’m gasping to inhale and

To hold you in my burning lungs.

The outer becomes the inner, 

Inseparable like oxygen in the blood that

Crosses membranes and barriers, and

Allows me to live another moment on

This journey from darkness to darkness.

You rise from the restless depths of the

Stormy sea of my soul that rages to reveal

Buried, forgotten treasure rusting in 

Dark, watery, unexplored recesses.

Starved, delirious, dying, I swallow you

Whole, but I must vomit you up again and

Again, and stare in horror at the sight of

What is you and me.

Reviews

[Lorry]

The harder you try to remember the good dreams, the more quickly it disappears, but for some quirk of fate, the ones you don't want to remember are forever etched on your memory.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy the use of the language Laz. The strength and the hardness of the statements made me want to know more. The last lines. So damn good.
"Whole, but I must vomit you up again and
Again, and stare in horror at the sight of"
Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote