I

Triggers file into fear of death dealt.
Hell keeps the door open in the visit.
Cries of burning escape belly execution!
Break the bones death atone alone!
Carved hole is now a sleepers home!

II

As the world dresses for spring life cries.
In the park a voice seeks soul and mind now melts.
Cream sifts back to lost words ringing fast.
Souls escape the fate that awaits those before life ends.

III

Swing low the chariots seeking riders to go home.
Lord picks a sister to be and a door that closes.
Mantelpiece is a palace to be lost in a dark lonely heart..
So much in the abandoned view of forever sought cries.

IV

Patterns fill the will of life decree being seen.
Platitude of man shifts in the vision left lost hard in sky blue.
Wasted words on the deaf and dumb visiting my mind seeking answers.
Shades of seeing in feel as fingers dance the skin left raw and bare.

V

Womb is wanton to be filled in creation laid open to view epilogue of man.
Stale as time itself man keeps the door closed to love free from sin of self.
Hands as cold as ice a reminder of death waiting both love and hope presented.
Body warmed by the need to be whole on the dawn born lives strong in faith.

VI

Leaves turn and the robin red breast sings me in whole notes life lived.
Warm midnight candles light my son's way home blessing my tired soul.
Little energy is left in the warmth of spring bringing forth summer gold.
Rays of love and beams of faith allow me to dream and find an open door