C’mon words
take me with you baby
take me on your guitar train
and lullaby me to some land that’s empty and yellow with plains
C’mon sweet
take away this rocking noise, these lusting boys
this cluttered shattered breaking scene
this old apartment that kept everyone away from me
C’mon sunset
Fall on me and lead me to a lake or quiet stream
where water will wash away the shame of yesterday
and the coolest water will be in red pails for little me.
C’mon weeper
Walk with me to the great stronghold
that has arms and a plan and a Father and green pasture
and these universe-wielding hands will keep you steady
C’mon last rhymes
and sad times
with harmonial chimes
for which cherubims incline
to hear mortal whines
left in verbal signs
of distress
signaling
suppressed
faith that is emboldened by unimaginable trembling
reflective of indescribable suffering
this weakness
this soul
we all are cocooning eternity in.