Poetry (2)

And, all the night, I lie awake,
And fear lies by my side;
Afraid to make the least mistake,
I think…

What Mozart wrote this engine’s purr
Or gunfire’s rat-a-tat?
Did Bach create a fly’s wings’ whirr
Or rainfall’s…

And, in the blackest whirlpool’s void,
The light of knowing shines,
As in the ones who’ve been destroyed
By stepping…

The scent of roses overpowers
The wicked and the blessed,
Who walk among the blooms for hours
As if…

But separation can’t be stilled;
It crops up somewhere new.
And, even though your pain is killed,
There’s more…

And all the acts of bloody war
Are played out in my mind –
The endless trails of purple gore,
The death…

And, even if I found a grail,
It wouldn’t change a thing;
I’d still be preordained to fail
Like some…

In all I try and fail to do,
I covet peace of mind.
But, like an old an barren ewe,
My future’s…

Of all the times I’ve nodded off,I’ve never slept this well –Not lying in a cattle troughOr on the road…

It doesn’t matter if I‘m sad
But that I know I am,
And, likewise, if I’m money mad
Or couldn’t…