Vapours Of Construction Poem by John Sensele

The passage into the massage of rest
Sanitises the fibres of my mind
Sun up awakening spares my soul being stressed

Frolicking in the folds of the comfort I find
In the wrinkles bedsheets I tease
Caressing prospects to discard the stress I leave behind

Cruising at high velocity to please
The warmth and faith my family gives
When all of a sudden I swallow the bliss breeze

Blowing away blots of drudgery faith forgives
As I remember the power of good in women
Who care to uplift souls that ache like leaves

Flying in winds of change men
Of goodwill inspire to inject hope
Into a future that prods the pen

To grow mightier than the sword on the slope
Spiralling into a spin of destruction
Until the hand of God rescues the crop
That ripens and strengthens covers of vapours of construction.