I set aside the pen, the parchment dashes
Towards the table sides, and I try to think
Storms in the head, clouded on the brink
And it passes, like the natural cadence
Which turns, and swirls, back to the norm
Departed betrayed, set in my ways, naturally
Not the best, on the best of my days
Admitting that, there were some that I
Remember which took me away, and those
Moments...what's more, being sure, there
Was someone more, that trusted me, Yours
In heart wrenching doors, open from eight
Sides, by heaven's chauffeur I am breathed
Inside, and taught the eternal way back
The illustrious chambers God made, on steps
Just waiting, a turn, and opening, I step back
Radiance like everlasting pleasure, visage
Countless each time, awaiting back in doorway, disarmed
Silent night summers air primed, bewitched by the hour
Subtracted from time, No thought I go quick dead as the night
As I climb up those old stairs, a damned soul caught in your sight.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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