by John Lars Zwerenz
ALL SAVE FOR HEAVEN
This passing world is a dark, dark place,
And impressions of darkness are hard to efface
To enlightened minds that perceive only gloom,
Even in the specious light of day.
Fallen humanity wallows in the loom
Of miasmic ponds where fireflies stray.
Cryptic boughs are bereft of bloom
Marking dusky graveyards where caskets lay.
And that end, inevitable, approaches soon,
Beneath the solitary watch of the cold, stony moon.
All save for heaven ends in decay.
And impressions of darkness are hard to efface.
This passing world is a dark, dark place.
John Lars Zwerenz
Last updated February 05, 2016