by Nicole 8/21/12
writer’s bliss, finding old pages without a hiss
sacred the kiss, formulating every miss
fist. fist. fist. in the air
nevermore the scoffer’s a liar
romancing the brain, leaving home the heart
repent in the stagecoach at eight
fate, detected here; late every motion
finding trouble in the rear, fenders offbeat
horses prodding along now, steady go the ropes
hopes in high Spirits, above the clouds
anticipate; never wait
the rush of receiving Heaven’s call
the role book, names of the life
cherished memories fade, laid to rest
dancing with Omnipotence, bowing before Omnipresence!