From Funeral To Redemption  (12-04-09)

Only the lonely rest in cemeteries
pillows of bones laid to rest in the many caskets
purple violets resting on the bed sheets
of lost lovers waiting for return
as angels in white look upon the many sad faces
with brittle intimacy lingering in the hearts of the living
floundering in the clouds above are dreams lost
With the hope of returning to their rightful owners someday
mercury at first light
whispers of alarm rise up out of the ash
Sweet yonder beyond the hilltop
running away from wanted time
kisses on the skin only slow the process
open windows in the hearts of all the believers
lead to a promise
to the only thing worthwhile

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