Gravity Of Greed Poem by Cee Bea

Now I seek a northern sky
with softly warmed west winds
and a cradle in the darkening
plains grass

hoping to touch time
in innocents Bough,
laughing in abandon
my eyes will soften

the depths of truth
become layers of skin
left only for one realm,
as a true disguise

Observing what the will so seeks
the soul just might provide
tomorrow's only known today
as rumor to the sky

with
in
the depths of all that's real
we'll often turn our heads to hear
the longing of the church bells peal
as its time, we wish to steal

those bells announce the shattered souls
that fell to earth... and hoped to grow
and on the winds their dreams will flow
upon the course that west winds know

then there are those, that have been left,
from those who loved, sweet tears are wept
unlocking secrets we once kept
released from time and times regrets

languished, with wry smiles
preservation for faith and folly
should be a mans mainstay
not the width of his kingdom
nor the breadth of his plunder


I am the sum of
my surrounding
less the gravity of greed