Salvation.... Comes To This Poem by Eric Cockrell
Salvation.... Comes To This
full moon dripping
down through the trees,
the last train to nowhere
rumbles down the old tracks...
your eyes, staring softly
through the half lit window,
seem to speak, but leave
empty spaces where
naked words should be....
salvation then, comes to this,
the imprints your fingers leave
on the doorknob you just locked!
A poem of beautiful imagery and exceptional meaning; wonderful.
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A poem of beautiful imagery and exceptional meaning; wonderful.