Wednesday, January 16, 2013


Rolling clouds and threatening skies
pass by their window
but escape their eyes,
in a world without faith.

Approaching is the hour spoken of,
where four horsemen ride
endowed with his power
to sweep over earth.

Oh! Awaken earthbound souls we cry
for time dulled your senses,
leaving tattered edges and gaping holes
where hearts should beat and live.

Still they slumber and toss in fitful sleep
choosing saccharin over
the deep anguished cries
in a world lost to men.

MG Oct 3, 2012 (100312)
Rev 010813

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