Poetry Sunday ~ Why... die

Nebraska sky by Adam

Matt.  26:35 “Peter said unto him, Though I should die with thee, yet will I not deny thee. Likewise also said all the disciples.”

I don’t wanna die

don’t wanna cry

I want to live

I don’t know why…

I’m in a world

Fingers curled

Words hurled

Clouds unfurled

On a throne

I call my own

Never sown

Always shown

Fluttering mind

Winds unkind

Hard to find

Soul entwined

Button eyes

Starry skies

Sudden cries

Then she dies

Psalm 30:5
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

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One day...

One day our lips will brush.
we’ll meet in the rain once more.
I’ll run into his waiting arms
we’ll long for love for sure.

One day our passion will feed
the flame that since has gone
finding mutual bonding ground
besides just being a pawn.

One day I’ll find the match is there
igniting the passion that fled
but lo and behold the water spoiled
the ember of light was bled.

One day he’ll wrap me in his arms
and hold me ever so tight.
Never forsaking or letting go
throughout the stormy night.

One day I might realize that
it was all just a dream.
Maybe He is the One,
who shines the radiant beam.