Tumble Wed

The writhing sunset soul
soars to anguish
aloof of gay changes
of a world surrendered
to lack

Of time spent without
humor knows his ways
but eye not
perceive of the graces bestown
unto us
by
Him.


Tattered the timing limb
tricks on the face
of his dawn
a line



The pulse takes so long to reach
sense and sensibility
And shadeless
we perceive the rolling
of tumble wed
hearts