Last Days Love

Last Days Love

I wrestle with the visions

and comprehend some of what i see

Bright as light their image is

and they reverberate in me.

The cost, so near at hand, it seems

prompts the Master's beckoning

and casts aside the natural law

to force my tardy awakening.

This cool night I've seen the plight

and watched the Master's prophets flight.

With frozen fear of one who sleeps

and hot tears of one who weeps.

The night whose stillness calm, so calm

and pleases some with salvic balm,

contorts the soul of foolish ones

not so practiced for the day He comes.

Yesterday, with bated breath,

the loving, longing loneliness

tumbles forward through all time

and satisfies the prophet's rhyme.

He's come upon the vespers eve

and cannot sew the liar's weave

but must, in trust and faith in me,

offer up eternity.

This last chance to formal dress

my soul in lover's happiness

and weep the lovely lyric sounding

upon the open breast resounding.

"Come and see my glorious being!"

Resting on the living theme:

One who loves as no one can

comes to love poor me again.