Altarwise-Hum

Altarwise-Hum Nick Rush When it’s late enough to hear locusts love East of altarwise, humming. You can see the somber moon fade away Sunshines duty coming. The sun grows ever-meeker now As night is blending dusk with day The moon has since been slumping West of altarwise, hear the bees humming. As it soaks you in, awry goes the moon Bidding a lie to sun Finding contrast drums our gun North of altarwise, hear the birds hum. Just as darkness turns to light Then begin to balance as one When you feel the tongue From the altarwise-hum You finally hear What love can become The sun leaves loving faces, As vibrant hues leak Outlining the peaks As it’s dragged underneath; our sight. True beauty immense, for only a peek Morphing remnants scream into bleak. Ah, the voyage of life Where tears engulf Like the bright moonlight Though the dark side outguns some Following lights anointing south To dealers joking at the altarwise-hum.