Last Words Played
By Michaelw1two
Inspired by the word works of Roger Chamberlain
crossroads unknown, either barren or overgrown;
back through consiousness, confusion knew;
things which conquers heart, lists realization’s starts;
things remind emotions, things find devotion;
gazes eye subjects, raving faults object;
through those left, me world’s heft;
that body returned, love and life are burned,
overcoming sin filled measure, guard creation’s treasure;
here for love’s last chance, for humankind’s last dance,
on the moon’s surface the creator’s face, need to restore this place;
intend to continue on alone, call out for his forces, time’s own.
Michael Darrell Walker
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