Richard Allen Beevor
The Fours - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor
I wanna write I wanna fly
see my life light up the sky.
I wanna give, I wanna take
see my soul drown in the lake.
Come now in frill and lace,
sensual fire does light your face.
Fingers trace thigh divine,
lips caress lips, within sweet wine.
I drift and fall along the way
my heart beats strong without delay.
Carry this load up to the hill
where song and hope burn brightly still.
Mist across the threatening moors
within the rain waits chapel doors.
To open them is to see such light
Oh! night divine, sing 'Holy Night'
Zeus on high, thunder roar
a witness stood before the door.
Come we now, heaven awaits
city of Jerusalem, vast pearl of gates.
Consequences of this little ride
a home, abode my heart's reside.
Astral plane or deep black hole,
sea of God, infinite ocean, eternal soul.
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