Mark cloutier

A word of experience

I am a rock n roll poet






Descending into the everlasting
I cast at last
A word of experience
That follows a light
Through the doors of life
And as we enter
This world without exception
We live by the light
As death and darkness
Do not fill the void
Nor cast colors
In spectrum and circles
That cover us in colors
As the light and life
Are eternal as the sun
And the moon
That ecilpses
Both night and day
In the morning and evening
Light that follows
Tomorrow to a future
Blue azure in mind
As we enter the doors
Without fear of death

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