knowing that there never was any trap
beyond the inner springs ties and snaps
all that distance was truly
for nothing
and protected no one
know the changes wrought upon the emptiness
were the refusal of loneliness
in spite or because of the shallow encroachments
knowing the coldness
I'd raise you a sun
sometimes, they say
the cards ain't worth it to have
if you don't lay em down
so spread your empty hands wide
turn them face up
bow to the dead
greet the royal flush
with the graces you've been given
the hope that never ends
the children we were
and the ones we made of pure spirit
standing with their new wings
on mountainsides
mists rising off the water
answering their mother's call
eyes that have seen black endless
find stars to be meaningful reasons
shine with a beauty understanding
throwing the light of all somedays
on the parchnent scrolls
describing future history's freedoms
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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