johncoyote

In the House of Love

1 November 2015

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I drifted up stairs so small in their breadth

In my ears only sound of heartbeats rings

Guide me whether they be Lover or Seth

Confusion to empath mind always brings

 

And as I leapt to a most certain death

Shattered memories sheltered inside wings

Willing to breathe out my ever last breath

The song gift of you in my heart now sings

 

Mother gracefully offered her trunks’ fur

As I fell she caught me tended to fall

Softest she could though parts did pierce me through

 

In agony I opened eyes, saw her

All my promises she made me recall

Broken, whole, she pushed me in life anew

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