Halfway to heaven a hero and sinner rest, Grave mouth to mouth, and breast upon breast; Long were those kisses as the sky may melt and sway, Deep the breaths that crest up there 5 Until mountains are clay. Straight upright stand the dead, Trumpet upbourne on skull and head; No laurel wreaths do their eviscerate hearts display, All that song had woven together now lays unmade; 10 And thorn and dust have taken All song and tongue away. When God's asleep we'll dance as saints,--- In naked innocence heart and skin may meet; Clouds of proud demeanor will fall from our breaths, 15 Our milk kisses pour and taste milk-sweet Deaf to the whisper of death.
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.