Old Painting. New Poem.

"Through The Moon's Queendom"

Below the

Sparkling onxy 

Yonder,

I labor through 

Cold raven air,

In a 

Perishable temple...

Relentlessly 

Muscles are strained;

Bones are stressed;

Teeth are gnashed; & 

The mind fights to

Find the will to 

Push past the want for rest,

So that a soul can climb the 

Stairway to heaven

Accomplished in 

God's eyes

Ignored go 

Sleep's summons, & 

Refused are exhaustion's 

Commands,

As time drags 

This decaying shell through

The moon's queendom,

So that it can 

Learn, through her, how to 

Shed light 

Onto a 

Sunless world

As she does

Evoked by

The flame of 

Dissatisfaction,

Which burns mind and heart,

I grow;

Push; &

Fight to birth my 

Love & passion

On the surface of the sun,

To watch them blossom in the heat,

Then, one day, burn so bright they come to 

Blind the stars

-Bsomb4