If You Took the Time to See

 Notice the Sun bleeding a crimson creek
 across the unforgiving autumn sky,
 nocturnal lights kissing your sunken cheek.

 Blinking screens have rendered your brain bleak,
 blind to life and God, but does your mind’s eye
 notice the Sun bleeding a crimson creek?

 When faith’s defined by popular mystique 
 and time distorts perception, we defy 
 nocturnal lights kissing your sunken cheek.

 But time is not subject to our critique,
 and God has not been known to speak, so why
 Notice the Sun bleeding a crimson creek?

 For true sight resides at your widow’s peak
 Where your third eye lies you may come by
 nocturnal lights kissing your sunken cheek.

 I walked alone and forgot how to speak 
 somewhere along deserted paths. But I
 notice the Sun bleeding a crimson creek,
 nocturnal lights kissing your sunken cheek.

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