We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
Waging with all heart a war
Pursuing a day that would never be
Offering the honor
Of a fair and good Fight
With bowed eyes I lay
Down my sword, down
I will share on the eternal until ashen
That you know as fact and not rumor
Your care, your voice, your very soul
You
Are not cordially, but most personally invited
And the honor or your presence requested as necessary
An inaudible promise and sigh
The most solemn tears
Necessities thrown to the floor
Secrets exposed now to light
Because of the understanding reach
A moment with heart held in the hand
One hesitant step as if to make sure
The thought to retreat
A kiss where fragile greets harsh
Eyes bowed in great honor
This presence
Yes to just you
Remind me your name
Let us dress fancy
Strut down grand stairways
Dance in the dust of once-hallowed halls
Both end up barefoot with no news of our shoes
Yes I’d be honored
Remind me your name