poem: the saviour – 03/03/22

© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

Jerusalem is bathed in the most portentous of light
for this place it has time
time for the change of seasons
for a time of worship
for my lover
who would fly there in a heartbeat

the land I cannot describe
nor can I open my mind, to this world
their sacred words are like churning songs in my mind
where I will listen, I will pray, I will TRY TO FIND
the answer that’s on everybody’s lips
who is He
and is He to stay?
Is he a human being this time or did a demon meddle,
this is NOT to stay?

the dream scapes in my mind show delve and ride
alongside hell horses
they have reigned this time
what with our earth spinning with nuclear and disaster
and foreign aid and daddy oh papa
he understands this situation is dire
we must reunite before it becomes so much harder

the flag our peoples flag waves in the dainty breeze,
red yellow and black
Mabo, Mabo, Mabo, won’t you see?
I organised my time into ins and outs, meetings and times,
I’ll be talking to another master soon,
already inspired by one living close to one night,
former words writes, so devout.

So now I’m here in Jerusalem and perhaps the news is bad
I didn’t bring any bad karma
I wiped it and determined my next scope
lauren laughs she cackles within
then peals of giggles and laughter with her friend tom
he loved her oh he loves her
reunited, with my beloved lover, tom and raven, all at once,
So self assured.
© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
Photo from Pixabay

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