Revolving Door

Inhale the heavens--

and feel me move.

Can't subdue the crying eyes,

for they're everywhere drowning everything.

Exhale the ground--

and feel me move.

Can't subdue the voices,

for they're everywhere piercing everything.

A scent of rose is in the air,

wonder on what wind it drifted from--

if you dare!

Numbness sets in if you stand here to long,

try--tell me--am I wrong?

Just breathe--ignore it,

you'll still feel it,

for deep with-in you know,

you made a creative sin.

There is no containing the pressure,

your soul will scream for more,

and lock your spirit inside a revolving door.

Feel me move higher--

no longer will I only love and cry here,

knowing all but the world can hear.

You shall now too,

no wall nor shield, to hide,

just the slow beating echo of you.