Somewhere between sleep and awareness I feel a touch as soft as the dawn And just as slowly, with as much grace It pulls me under, and pushes me on. The light that penetrates through Is abundant, heart-breakingly cold But promises all I desire, And without hesitation, I'm
A beautiful shyness, a flicker of lashes, And the goosebumps I get from your breath on my skin, Lead me through rain and icicle cold Until I am drunk with your mercy again. I am holding a candle, now holding a torch That no rainstorm can smother, can douse or
For a man devout as he, Saul of Tarsus, pharisee, His fire must be fought with fire. 'Tis evident that you require A man to meet you in the end, And if a man must thus unbend Along the old Damascus way You meet him there and bid him
Hero My words make sense tonight, this cell Which has become my private hell Is beaten back with an ancient word That comes with menace, as a sword And echoes off the frozen walls. My pride rebells, and then it falls. I am a prisoner to you, Aware of what
Straddler Prison walls are meant to close Around the helpless souls of those Who are condemned there to reside And wait the turning of the tide. But what of those who gladly came And sitting down, cursed the name Who willed their freedom? What of they Who will not hear