The Crux.

Spent an hour on this so it's relatively spontaneous. It will probably change but here is the initial draft.

The Crux.

I have no words that will define

Notions that do within me dwell

In chapel heart I kneel to pray

At your Lords' unholy hour

Quivering hands point to Heaven

A sudden realization.

Then it's all over and I leave.

I wander streets of pale silver,

Feverish sweat and sullen eyed.

My hands writhe inside my pockets

Feeling for a key in the lint

Though I have no door to open

My heart sinks into the dark blue

In December's sobering cold.

I eye a girl with drunken lust

And I wonder what might be

If tolling of the midnight bell

Can bestow the words to me.

RAB, 2011.

Author's Note

Initial draft.