Orbits

Orbits caught in gravity
They form and make a galaxy

Hands that grasp the sands of time
Bonds that form and never die

Love which riddles lie with truth
Tongues which move like deja vu

Open doors and open arms
Ride the bull with a crown of thorns

Forgiveness flowing and still current
Forever his devoted servant

Names are roads rarely spoken
Trust are chains never broken

© Delia Ross. 2019