Monday, February 6, 2012

Treasure chest or Air


It takes now 2 less seconds to believe
The story captivates and thrills
Walking in April air, drenched of June
July pops in, something it didn't do for years
Always passed by without much care

Freedom hides in the open, to all much taken
Advantages lean toward the house, the usual
Gambling men despise the house, Faithful fun
If one could release themselves from that prison
Doubt pokes a hole through life's curtains, expectation

The thrill of the coming, reigns of supremacy 
Each it seems, like the ruling thumb, which does do
Correcting for love, Love a correction delved in faith
Passion, a form of wait carved into the chest, a rock
Popped out, treasure which shined, parallel laid a ghostly spine.

Christopher Baird 2011 ©

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