Insane ringmasters deliver haunting
speeches underneath the big-top &
bright lights of this ripped circus.
Oh, Beautiful Interloper
Will you accept the crucial
jewelry of Eternity?
The gray beard follows the head
as it tilts toward the cold, muddy
ground with one bruised knee.
Kneel down & crawl to me
Put your hands all over these
Deep scars align with imaginary reality.
Light up our night sky.
your mind’s dirty camera lens.
Wound in wet satin sheets.
Create a brand new day
In a brand new way
Wake up in my brand new embrace.
The King’s messenger has gotten trapped
inside the collapsed temple.
Is this the night we desperately try to die?
(or) is this the day, for which, we are thankful to be alive?
Through the laughter, the tears & the pain
There is just You
May I steal your Spirit and take
hostage your soul?
I DO PROMISE NOT TO EVER
GIVE IT BACK.
©2017 Timothy Grassan