The Breath
the houses breathe out the hot air of boiler pipes
and joins our own breath to float into the dark deep blue above
whose eyes sparkle back at us a million billion times
the eye of God looking back to the rock of earth below with curious intensity
and indifference alike through half closed lids that stare
softly into the brilliance of eternity
we seek the truth behind that sky and wonder at it’s depth
to know if God even knows what goes on behind the curtain
does he know if he too dies to see a day of judgement upon him?
does he stand to fail or pass if by matter of opinion he is judged
would those that have been taken from their loved and
stood before him in decision would they make the same for him
Or would they thrust him down upon the Earth to stand among man as one
to stand in judgement of himself before his own throne
to voice his own Salvation or Eternal Damnation
the breath of the houses still rises in the night to disappear forever
the stars shine upon us, twinkling of their historical wavelengths
and we watch them from Earth, we wait for them to vanish
and this is why i look to the sky on a clear evening
the magic and mystery of the universe
is the reason we all believe in magic or God
