Hard Lesson

Nails pounded among the mighty
standing tall with integrity
tears rush through rivers of blood
and heart beats thunderous NO! NO! No
yes
As the nails sink into the remembrances
the embraces of where we were
what was given us unto thought and intention
controlling only where our hands meet with All things

Silence in the night repeats our heart-song
may it weep with always
and, may it sing for longer
mere moments with loves
contemplating ourselves not. NOT!
yes
As we are the nails
the hammers head understands
the carpenter must Be here
while holding you gently with calloused work