Languages and Hymnal Tongues
Unison’s are silently split inside the fractures of wholeness.
Trespassing trauma laid hands under precious slumbered veils.
Moons whispered into the damnation's of Satan’s evil,
as the screaming eyes of the wicked broke the roots in half...
Whispering fear into the youth of purity’s innocence she shattered,
as others arrived birthing to salvage the soul lost in harm’s way.
And in the rising days she became immortal once more dancing...
Into the heathen's night she captured his sin through the others eyes.
Breaking her into tiny pieces she knows she is not alone in her shadows,
as she listens to them speak languages and hymnal tongues from another time...
Softly keeping her heart inside love’s bounty they cradle her wounded soul;
Allowing the dark memories of truth to drift upon sinners unjustly thoughts…
(Written: August 10th, 2010 12:36 p/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley