A seraph clutches you to ecstasy,
Above my night, above the tears,
Equilibrium impenetrable by tendency,
Rumours beat the fields for fears,
What anticipations came with the changed?
Ritualistic significance to shy away from,
Beneath the streets, beneath the estranged
Flagellation of time’s nocturnal rule of thumb,
Will we stroll in hearts of shadow?
Hollering to deities we may miscarry,
Envisaging an interval below the hallow,
Weeping compassion with each Hail Mary,
Stability opaque with tendency,
Anecdote to the damned and fears,
A seraph clutches you to my ecstasy,
Above my night, above my tears.
Poem © Phen Weston 2014