Hourglass At Midnight (Sifting Through Sands) - Poem by Steven Drake
Hope is a fleeting chance. When all you've got left
is faith to carry on. Sentient being. Fortuitously
seeking out life's romance. Diving into the depth
of artful promises. Imagined off the edge
of secrets profoundly sown. Once recovered
from what feels like impervious throes.
Collateral of evidence. Boldly taken by those
you thought you knew. Cut to the quick on the draw.
Earth shattering rainbows in colors of different hues.
Beyond the horizon for events newly gifted out of
treasure troves. Past ill begotten sad factors of
traditions gone awry. Kitchen Cabinet's networks
of forlorn surprises. Here at home and over seas
on foreign shores. Off the coast of ship shorn dreams
Speak for heart's sake for wisdom's resolutions.
Bound by character's dignity of soulful existence.
Rushing past rumination's absolution.
A party to whom for good graces sought after?
In reason of thoughts taken for fair privileges
in the world-at-large. Sometimes unbeknownst
to my own battles scars. Here on earth
for sacrosanct laws of humane interest.
Back stories poetically drawn, etched through times
of woe. Warring with conscience for truth to unfold.
Leaving shadows in the darkness. Hedonistic.
Serious sectors of bygone days. No longer
their forgone conclusions leaving me
completely without safety. Hearth of heartache's
compassionate empathy in light of saving graces
Tune of deliverance through desert lands.
Hourglass at midnight's dreaming, sifting
through sands. Island dreams seeking promises
out of no man's land. Centuries warring.
Enslaved. An indentured servant. As one's
own place on palate's tongue. Fields of merchants
where angels should have sung. Praises Lordly
allowed to be born. In light of Christendom's
sworn crosses out of Jerusalem's Almighty God!
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(Sifting Through Sands)
By Steven A. J. Drake
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