A D O.. H D Poem by Leon Moon

A heart beat beyond your own,
Eyes bearing two aspects of eternity
And a smirk above the bone
Beating immensely besides your knee.

Pews that pulp venom and Atlantic liquor,
Hands that are neither children or men
But pale in an adored anguish of a saviour,
The slight nod sending you back again...

We have came from a race beyond the clouds
And our personal rhythms send the sky to visions
Of a destiny written by the Sun's shrouds,
Illuminating every star and thoughtless divisions.

- -
You ask again,
With your eyes,
He brings you forth
And reassures you...

We walk amidst the town, noticed by children
And humans of old, slurping from the curse from the cauldron
Which we bathe in; our eyes are the spheres of men
That beholds all minds and sides, we are the light of your Son -
The burning urge of all creation bestowed by the infinite Sun.