The journey
15 June 2016
Wrapping up
Tying the loose ends
In firm knots
They align
Their drooping figures a sign
Of the oncoming
Move further
The day’s labour calls
Diligent
Hands obey
Scales for the future they weigh
Disappearing mass
The sun sets
On valleys that sway
In tall homes
Preachers pray
Their rosaries a staircase
Between me and I
The night breathes
The scent of days churned
Through fingers
Still counting
The total bill amounting
To gate keeper’s fee
I fly lone
Through sunrise within
Moon and sun
Face to face
See me through deepest disgrace
Until I reach skies
The journey
Carries me through clouds
White and pure
Like his shrouds
He is King of my castle
His light my Kingdom
Reading of the poem:
Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski
Come Gentle Night – Abel Korzeniowski
Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski
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