The Passion Of MoonLight

Sunday, September 13, 2015

10:58 AM

We played a Game That Was already figured Out

Already written,

Already done.

With Nothing to be won

Imaginary winters on the sun

Imitating The passion of life.

Why did you ever take my hand?
Or
Was it meant to wither whilst we waltzed?

Together we danced

On the surface of right,

And the rest was a deadly dream

Lacking light

Stolen glee,

But on we swam

Unrighteously ...

The Beautiful Depths

Where man has never conquered

We must surface for breath?

What caused this shipwreck?

What tarnished force wronged our sails,

Disrupt our course?

Words diluted to nothing but wails

Drowning in grief

One does not know pain

Without knowing Love

As Passion Of Christ

His Grace we Seek.