. . . Resting in Shadows Fine
Hide your brittle-edge anger inside my worn life
And settle into your dreams before your serpents died.
Oh, the surf, the sand, the easy rocks of strife
Sending you through it's foolish dungeon of silent lies.
But . . .there's me with one wish; one dance step I saved
Just in a glance, I grasped your eyes
And hid disguised inside a meadow laced o'er flowers in waves.
All your anger has formed is mournful webs, soften sighs.
In your youth you were past an eternity's edge
Seeping slowly reigning your throne of lace
Oh, your wages of lost wishes and dusty pledge.
Now let me just watch your silence casting one trace.
Winged serpents and lily pads few
A drop of rain an ounce of sun
A kiss from your lips a soul so new.
I cannot speak nor can my dead life run.
Hand in hand let's rest in shadows fine
Resting in rainbow shine in your last time.
Every dove and butterfly set straight in a line.
You've sealed my soul--living out a rhyme.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery