Rise - James Hanway

Rise - James Hanway

10.15.20


Heat collects behind my eyes

A desperate attempt to burn my skies

Taunting voices are all I hear

The terror behind the lies.


Tension builds within my thighs

Nervous movement tempts my guise

To let me out and thwart my calm

I wait between my tries.


Centuries it seems whiz by

Time with mocking minutes fly

Lightning dimmed with frigid air

My hands and yours are tied.


As moments pass we two surmise 

The love we made came from on high

A beaming little beacon 

Burning bright


Our hands stay clasped and gaze is fixed

No torment for the soul betwixt 

The two of us will beat the odds 

Our star is on the rise.



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