The ground is shaking
(or maybe the bed)
Visions of Avalon dance
in my head
The serpent of Eden
asleep in my bed
While blues and yellows
melt into red.
‘Listen!’
a voice whispers
‘And I will tell you why
the Savior bled:
'Do not tell lies
or do what you hate
and all shall be known
before Heaven's gate
For all that is hidden,
no longer concealed
And nothing unknown
will remain unrevealed’.
Waking in darkness
the moonlight surrounds
Something has shifted
yet remains out of bounds
Outside my window
in darkness I see
Serpentine eyes
in the old apple
tree
Great rhyming combination here in the 3rd stanza Patrick and over all a fantastic work as always.So much enjoyed.