Tender Balm of Nights Forever

Regime formed
and angels carved,
with weathered freeze;
lay down.

They stare from stone
unmoved, eyes glazed;
toward them.

Knowing the end,
sentimentality and
forever cries, of wilt.

The birth never shown,
mirrored and viewed;
with six handed grips.

Release your lips
and sip my kiss,
lay lambs in flowers;
tender balm of
nights forever.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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