"The Waters Edge"

Creep to the waters edge. Stare into the image it reflects.

Call down the spirits for the angels to dance.

Enter the mouth of mans hell and exit through the gates of heaven

never did I dilute the truth of love or spread its twin named hatred.

Creep to the waters edge and listen to its song.

Sad mourning floats through stagnant air and rides along on putrid breath

you drift in dreams and nightmares never to be forgotten

I have no strength to creep away from the waters edge

.It laps my ankles like flame

martyrs cry out in search of divine inspirations

yet I stay the course. From the rising of the glowing orb,

to it sullen sinking , I stay the course.

Lost thoughts cloud the sky. Hidden are the reflected images

that I seek at the waters edge.