Barry Blander Poems
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The Last Mile
Here I sit, late at night, bones languish.
But I know somewhere, your voice melodiously peals, morning church bells
I wonder, will it ever end, this dolorous anguish
But I glance at your face in my heart, and know that therein your indomitable spirit dwells.
I long to be swept away in your riptides of desire
But am fearful to climb the next rung on the ladder
Afraid of falling when you could wing me ever so much higher
And on my cell window, rain beats steadily, pitter-patter.
How can I endure this smothering dark, this incessant pain?
You are nearer to me ...
Look Up, Oh Look Up
Paid for by a ransom
Beyond mans' capacity to know
Our sins washed snow-white
By the Blood of the slain Lamb
Look up, Oh look up
See how crimson dawn
On tiptoe soft
Dances above the verdant hills
Hand in hand