Poem Resurrection
In ghostly death cave
tidied away to be forgot
Dry and dusty lashes flutter next to a roughly hewn shroud
Stone cold bed of rest beneath a tender bruised and battered back
Velvet darkness enfolds the resting son
Sacred audiology echos about the cold stone womb
The spirit sweeps across him
She hovers above a diamond tear drops to his silent chest
Her breath invades his sleeping form
She roars her life giving force through silently held pathways of life
Rips through the darkened dusty passages of death
A sharp intake of breath revives the encapsulated form