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January 02, 2005

Dreams of Black Bricks

Dreams of Black Bricks

She is the darkness that forms
the tunnel that leads
to the bright light
we journey to upon death.

The calm allurement
that gives rest
to overwhelmed eyes
searching for saviors.

But pause too long
and she'll swallow you up
with a slurp and a belch
and you'll become
another black brick
lengthening the tunnel
to God.


Leila M. said...

interesting poem and line breaks...

Anonymous said...

Your blog is an enjoyable discovery. Fairhope is a beautiful part of the world. We're neighbors (we're over in the Pensacola area living in a longleaf pine forest). Thanks for some good reading. I'll be back.
Sincerely, BethW. (