Ode To A Lost Weekend

The frequency of my posts as well as my poems has gone down and I think this will up the counter in both those fields. I think this time more than one person knows who this is for.

Leaded sky opened doors of frozen hell above,
Rushing through the noise of bells and wheels,
Had a reason to wait for words from a dove,
After the worst is over, its good that God reveals,
Only to know

Meandering through those rye fields of mine,
Dreams learnt newfangled mannerisms from the birds,
When the moment of truth confronted father time,
Silence spoke so much louder than words,
Of promises broken