Monday, August 10, 2015



Sin did settle soulfully,
plaster on my mind,
chill of truth so finally;
cry of life defined.

Thoughts did so recede,
no way to know again,
death’s rattle as the sigh;
love could not defend.

Scry, the angels whisper,
beat the drum of truth,
stitch the thread of Self;
web of time is loose.

Creek of sorrow narrows,
winding through the years,
kissing banks of memory;
washing loose my tears.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s