Sparkatale

Purgatorio

 

Two years on,

The words still ring

That rang out then

In sombre voice 

To toll for all 

The friendship that then

Died upon the ground. 

 

Two years on,

From deepest valley 

Floor, wherein you 

Pushed me, still

I climb to earth 

Through all the harshness

That you left me. 

 

Two years on, and

Still the roughness 

Of the ground leaves 

Marks upon my hands that

Bleed from thorns that 

Sit upon the branches 

That I climb. 

 

Two years on, 

The tears that once

I shed for you and 

Shed for all our 

Friendship then that 

Died still leave their 

Moisture down

My face. 

 

And two years on, 

I see you run with 

All your strength 

Through fields of 

Brightest corn, 

In summer’s glow 

Now blessed as all 

Around you laugh 

With joy and celebration. 

 

And two years on, I still 

Can see the walls of 

All my canyon climb 

Above my head, 

And towering above them 

Lies the surface where 

I stood one night as 

Once you pledged your 

Loyalty, as once I pledged then 

Mine upon a freezing winter night. 

 

And two years on,

I wonder if this harshness

That I travel will ever 

Lead to purity, as 

Purgatory lead to highest heaven. 

 

And two years on,

I see you laughing 

In the heights above, 

And I wonder if your 

Heaven will abide,

And if these valley floors 

That two years past became 

My home will keep me, 

My purgatory purging me 

Of the sin of happiness 

You saw within me. 

 

28/5/19