Halt

 
sadness is fluid and marches through my soul
entering into an understanding of angels
my steps falter it's Northbound I rise
stuck in the mortal I cry

seamless figures defy
in needful gate the poet's glare surmises
importance of knowledge divides

mysterious are the steps of late
almost home to see my Father I wonder am I too early, too late?
painstaking memories await
touching the sky I debate

warriors of honesties care
they hold the vials and wait to pour
things not for mortals to see
grace, faith, and dignity

truce of tally never any good
I vowed to pick up no weapons
my mouth and mind guarded
I've been insane for some time

hilt and care do take
a moment to read of fate