Orbs

 It’s the last day of it all

September, this 30th day

Is all to me at least 

If it can’t be-my last wearied breathed

Fervid day alive 

1 million breaths from now

In 

Heaven’s gate illuminating stands

So many Septembers, Octobers from now

Proclaim it from any solitude, pillowed bed

The radiating light burning out orbs of sin

Shortcomings, pains-sufferings 

Christ’s embrace shakes my soul 

Quaking, tempting-tear stained 

spasmodic body filled 

‘Till I reach His embrace 

Many Septembers from now

Back To You

The fever of her is breaking into the fountain respite of you..... back to you where it all began..... a beginning anew.....

 *Piece about realizing time will take away even the strongest of feelings for a lover if fate has it not meant to be. The writer is surprised by the newness of his feelings and their power to wash away another who was seen as for a lifetime and invincible to rivals. J.C.B. November 1st, 2020