If there may be, hopefully be, truthfully and honestly be,
sweet lipped and warm handed,
Bluntly, but softly spoken,
a God to rest to in this floor,
On the balcony and in between the tiles,
Do not say a name.
Let the stars be drawn to where he rests,
The blinding color of morning,
Awakening, even the drunk on life,
And if there be one, one who is bigger than one,
I shall taste his prophet blood,
May he be more than moral, then
Sleep in the hopes he may dream dreams,
that slid over to mine.
Intriguing write....enjoyed