Saturday, February 1, 2014

The Heaven I Lack, But Always Want


The Heaven I Lack, But Always Want
Written by Jonathan Henderson
February 1, 2014 @ 8:31 PM

Those angels cross those billowy baby blues
Nearly all see once upon an everyday's sight,
Yet upon my awakening, a new tempest sues,
And what was my black day is a bright night,
And I'll always seek new frontiers sans Mère.

I prayed for the light my God once promised,
But I see He hasn't seen fit, or I'm so blinded.
The sweet cherub upon that New Year's night
Never begat hope neither the Nativity's plight...
... yet I'll cry again for my sweet Mère to care.

Did Heaven ever promise each the world, say?
Do we, the people, live lives sunshiny or gray?
I still pray for an end to daytime painful night,
And yet black clouds still drown my best fight...
... the time is ticking: I'm still drowning at sea.











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