Stained...

My eyes are falling whirling dripping

Your song echoes deep within my soul

Still you say to me be still

Only you can rest my calm-less soul

Until the day when faint becomes sight

Leaning out and away from the countless shadows

Inside my heart I feel a throbbing, a pulsing desire pounding forward

Still you say to me be still to my pattering twittering fluttering heart.

Stained, I see on my heart an indelible stain

The marks of indelible grace

And when I consider the source of the marks my heart falls silent

In a second glance the pounding turns to seconds falling

Never shall I forget this stain

End shall pass and come and go, and the times fail

Day after day I will consider it, the stain will remain displacing others...