Footnote To The Naked Poem by borgjie distura

In the shadow of still darkness
To trail the escaping goodness
Before modesty disappears
Like ducts pouring out fast with tears
Shape sobriety to arrest death.

Swing up high and you never fear
For stirred soul will always be dear
Ignore paradox in its swiftness
Wilds subdued a gentle caress
Sarcastic roars forever sheath.

Heap not with arms even a breath
For downfall surely cometh
The delight to keep in calmness
Will just turn out crimson abyss
But His only will remember.