Even Infected
Even infected I’m somehow protected—
Even so maudlin and sadly dejected,
Heavenly parties and ghosts built of old,
Bring me such warmth in the cold.
Even in darkness bereft in the wood,
Nigh catatonic and misunderstood,
Angelic hands that my heart understands,
Offer me whispered commands…
Hushed be thy storm in this frightening fray!
Settle thyself for the new minted day,
Faith be thy law e’en though thee deplore,
All of the spectres of war.
Paradise settles in meadows and nettles,
Valuable gems and magnificent metals,
Giving thee hope and the weapons to cope,
E’en on the snow battered slope.
❄️
adamdaniel 