Shelter Me In Poem by John Ackerman

just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
where do we begin when we fall once again
a plate of fries with ketchup on the side
laughter has enhanced the mood as tombstones are fastened in lone pillars
there is music in my heart now that you are gone from me
years of vice has thrilled me to an end in sight
forget the night & the day is far spent
alone in my room & then I stare at the wall
in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
telling me I need a girl whose as sweet as a dove