Dream Scribe

Where I Found Him.

In the
Abyss of No Light
I was lost,
blind
and lonely
From the bottom
of
an
empty champagne glass
I saw
my reflection
of
wretchedness
Between the sheets
of
an empty lover
I grew hateful
and sad
On the top
of
a
one-hundred
-and-fifty-five
-foot tower
I felt His Hand
on my shoulder
and His tears
filled my heart
with remembrance.
I hear
His Tender Voice
stroke
my battered mind,
"I'm still here.
I never left you."
"Fall on your knees
O hear
The Angel's Voices
O night Divine."

Bleed no more.

A22J