The Valley NoMore.

The Valley NeverMore.
___________________

Down the Hall,
and through Lifes'
Door,
(across a Field of
Razorblades.)
Waits
The Valley
NeVeRmoRe.

( where lies
my once
True Faith.)

No Angels have
come to see
The Clubhouse;

(but apes still chitter
amongst themselves.)

it remains a whisper
in My mouth!!

(keeping Secrets for
Heaven and Hell.)

+
so
When I ask the Moon
to show its Face,
(even on a perfect Day)
it always responds
with a Leering Grin,
that chases the Sun away!
(back to some Dark,
Unsmiling Place.)


Every
 aspect
of Life's Mystery,
(which others deem
a Hangman's Noose)
is but a Truth swimming
the Depths of Me!!

Though Yet to become an
Absolute.

Because
My ' Truth"
lies
down that Hall..

through
Death's
Door.....

(across a Field
of
Razorblades.)

J.Stephen.H.