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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