Knocking

Life strolls the oceans of time

watery gunshot clouds reflected

in snapshots of motionless being

bursting with energy from womb

hard times come a knockin’

cracks of understanding erode

dusty pocketfuls of the past

receptacles holding insipid memories

the color of red earthen clay

molded by hands, shattered by age

hard times come a knockin’

rain in soul whispers drips from trees

pitting serenity of peace in grains of sand

unsettled flakes of cold freezing dreams

a thousand thoughts swirling around me

immersed in my struggling troubled soul

hard times come a knockin’

showers awaken steep cliffs of passion

intoxication of moonlight touches my brow

white roses stand up and sing in choruses

vestiges of sin move over to make room

for shadowed hands sharing the stars

warmth of the sun shifts and changes

reflection dulls insanity of screams

making way for encircling arms of love

life itself comes a knockin’