Churches Poem by Pierre Rausch

My character has left
Where I can relate directly to
In a position where you can
Tell me not to leave
In the outdoors of Mexico
As you lay there under the stars
You could consider anything
And take strength from it
Such a ring of shape, there where
Evenings when I dreamed of you riding up
For what we believed were the right reasons
I've learned more than I wanted to know
Responded, I've killed better with my hands alone
The churches had sounded on approach
In the outdoors of Mexico
As you lay there under the stars
You could consider anything
And take strength from it
Such a ring of shape, there where
Evenings when I dreamed of you riding up
In the outdoors of Mexico
As you lay there under the stars
You could consider anything
And take strength from it
Such a ring of shape, there where
Evenings when I dreamed of you riding up
A rousing adventure as they increased their pace
We have no choice now
Of the first days alone
You felt stunned and weak from the emotions of these days
My feelings numb despite these differences
When I thought I was in a slow
In the outdoors of Mexico
As you lay there under the stars
You could consider anything
And take strength from it
Such a ring of shape, there where
Evenings when I dreamed of you riding up