A
Wraith’s-Lament!
(a
Spirit-song)
I’m
‘bout a-hundred miles-out to home west-sun high-noon
Flashed
by a yonder-glow-on alabaster-pale full-moon
Seems
’tis never day-nor-dark rather a-swirl of obfuscated-fog
Caught
in a-tale within a-book between the “pro” and “epilog”
A
forlorn-call to-surgery somewhere way-off in black-sleep
Awake
to bright stars in a dark-escape of-time and space cosmos-deep
Saints and Angels! Myriad pervade hymn-song
celestial-realm
Non
see-me as total-lost free-float with no-one at the-helm
I’m
bout fifty-miles-out to home west-sun high-noon
Flashed
by a yonder-glow-on alabaster-pale full-moon
Went
by the-house only to-find a-family of vacant-strangers there
Grown
five-years was Jimbo-boy and Sally-Ann absent a single-care
Confused,
I spoke a word while each ignored daddy’s plaintive-call
A
faceless-man’s arm ‘round your-waist seemed awful brazen-gall
Though
I strive and hope for-home these 20-miles refuse to-total decrease
I’m-there?! - - - And, yet so very far-away…
a “soul-spirit” of body-deceased
Where?
Find a-trace? A-path? A-trait! Leading to those Pearly-Gates?
A-dream?-nightmare?
Eternal “gypsy”-wandering? Is this my-fate?
I’m
bout a-hundred miles-out to home west-sun high-noon
Flashed
by a yonder-glow-on alabaster-pale full-moon
Amen!
- - - Amen! ... Salvation! I do-pray!
A
wraith’s-lament - - - sing his sad-song …yonder he’ll be-along