TORCHES AND PITCHFORKS

What if our souls seeped out a color plain and bright?
Would you then see all that I said I was tonight?
What if our minds reached out and clutched abundant cites?
Could we omit landing and jump this lifeless flight?

One dull tone
Emanates
From tense throats
Beckoning
Pitchforks drawn
Track it down
Pierce to the bone
Vengeance will
Be theirs for
Undoubted guilt I've wrought
On me now

What if our world filled with translucent unfeigned skies?
Could it be seen that I just want to breathe your life?
What if the truth was in their wide and fiery eyes?
Would the inferno breach and wreck these trance-like sighs?

Refuge comes
Into view
Safe and numb
Not for long
Torch it out
Flames caress
Looming clouds
Dense cheering
Bane's searing
Unspoken clarity
Fails me now

No more fear
No more toil
No more pain
Sleep has come
To me now

©2009 Adam Haroff