Turn a key to see
If it fits the lock
Spark a fire
From colliding stones
Fill someone's heart
With your blood
Warming their bones
Days are long
But grow shorter
Every breath
less and less
Open the window
Allow the air in
Surrender
what you hold
Risk alittle flesh
Sometimes
you'll have to fold
Days are long
But grow shorter
Every breath
Less and less
The audience that stands before you
Seeker of courage
Wipe away the torment that fell among you
See another perceptive
At higher ground
For days are long
Yet become shorter
Breaths don't come easier
So seek
What your after
Find what was lost
And soon will be found
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
