Never To Atone

The promises of heaven

We are whispered to in womb, enlightenment is God's passionate bed

pursuing with a slumbering, passive yet relentless reverant soul

weaving magical majestic sounds to cleanse the ancient holes

searching the celestial skies, the hidden truths beyond the knolls

spirits in a race for time n place, recognizing our journey's have no end

this hallmark, birthmark of life, becomes this haunting ruthless descent

spiraling down round our empty bowls of once spoon fed desires of heaven 

Author's Note

free verse

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Deep and a little disturbing the imagery contained within these lines, you really have a flair for the imaginative I especially love the end 2 lines

Spiraling down round our empty bowls of once spoon fed desires of heaven ~ beautiful, keep em' coming