Rest a while
young breeze of birth,
throw sight
on a timeless scene.
Birth and death
are beyond control,
God's gift is
the inbetween.
Uncurl your body
from that shielded ball,
bury the past
leave its grave behind.
The evil eye
which cradled hate
is now diseased
and blind.
Angel of mystery
with a cotton face,
take flight from the
mountain sorrow.
Abandon all fear
put faith in that soul,
learn of its wisdom
and follow.
Now and again
a poisonous cup
will be filled with
fruit of despair.
A snake of hearts
is the devil's card,
it will crumble
in flames of prayer.
Sweet cherubim
who the demons bruised,
pull music out of
summer and song.
Escape from
methadone daydreams
which bite,
on chocolate quilts belong...
@Steven Francis poems 1993
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