The Boy Jesus in the Temple of the Mind
May 27, 2009
Here’s a poem from my friend, Lena Jasper.
Shaded eyes
Racing head
Late to wake
Late to bed
Ticking thoughts
Never stop
Weary heart
Soon to pop
Lying friends
Wicked deeds
Careless sex
Lack of sleep
Dreams of love
Never come
Rueful sighs
Come undone
Wasted years
Dark with drugs
Judgement calls
Vain and smug
Long ago
In my dreams
Was a boy
Came in sleep
Showed me joy
Couldn’t keep
When I woke
He was gone
Every time
Fled with dawn
Still I hope
Every night
He would come
Bring me light
Take it back
All the pain
That I’ve felt
That I gave
Boy of love
Keep me strong
Wait for you
All night long
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