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    THE MOURNING OF MORNING

    We played hop-scotch through the raindrops,

    only to drown in a flood of Biblical proportions,

    I tried to call you using mental telepathy,

    but the transmission was cut short due to moisture absorbtion

     

    I screamed your name over and over,

    but in the garbled message all you heard was an apparent hostility,

    I was never truly mad at you my Lady,

    you just heard the blurbs of my love's intensity

     

    The darkness was encroaching,

    soon I wouldn't be able to follow

    the trail of tears leading to your distress,

    then suddenly the gentle breeze flowing through our peaceful garden,

    left me with the chill of being emotionally distressed

     

    Then there was mourning,

    in the misty morning,

    and the grieving on that last worthless evening,

    for seven days there was a silent void,

    I woke up to find my missing rib was replaced,

    and listened as the Genesis of evil was deployed

     

    In the Alpha light,

    we were rather proper,

    yes, no and thank you please,

    but in the Omega dusk I became fatigued from performing

    too many Acts of Contrition in your name

    and decided only God should possess the power to bring me to my knees

     

    I spoke to you gently,

    saying, "I know it's your life to live, yet what we give to unconditional love,

    ensures I will always have a supporting part",

    but when the leading actor slithered down from the tree my Lady,

    you quickly broke the Covenant of our lover's Ark

     

    I knew instinctively that he was demonic,

    for he avoided my penetrating gaze,

    and yet I fell into a deep slumber confident in our Sacred bond,

    only to wake and see you and he disappearing into the tropical haze

     

    Then there was mourning,

    in the misty morning,

    and grieving on that last worthless evening,

    for seven days there was a silent void,

    I woke up to discover my missing rib was replaced,

    as well as the memories we once enjoyed

     

    When you returned,

    your apple, once delectable tasted bitter to my tongue,

    perhaps as a result of the demon's fluids you had ingested,

    and yet, no caution ran through my indulgent mind,

    too late I realized only one Man had ever been resurrected

     

    We heard the Voice of Thunder,

    the wind began to howl and lightning struck the Knowledge Tree,

    the birds and animals ran quickly for cover,

    and after the strom my Guardian Angel was crying and babbling incoherently

     

    Perhaps if there was consternation,

    or a sliver of regret in your tone

    when you spoke to the Great I Am,

    we would not have become a cautionary tale

    of what occurs when a Love Supreme is made unclean

    by a frivolous woman and a neglectful man

     

    The there was mourning,

    in the misty morning,

    and grieving on that last worthless evening,

    for seven days there was a silent void,

    I woke up to discover my missing rib had been replaced,

    and witness a dying love

    that the truth of our consequences had destroyed 

    • 19 September 2011
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