The best of us from the
worst of us, cacophony and symphony, as heralds heckle and jeer, as heralds
praise and cheer. Walk with me down the slippery slope of a path unknown to
find solace in a peaceful word. I know as you know its comfort is false and
temporary, like holding the kite as lightning strikes. Yet you stand, to
ashamed to run, to fearful to embrace. God I see so much of what I love in that
face.
Tearing, pulling, shredding, holding, kissing, missing, sharing.
Please be real, I beg and plead . . . please be real, I have to believe. . . . PLEASE BE REAL, there are no words. I couldn't know . .I couldn't . . . .deserve. I shouldn't know. . . . I shouldn't. . . . . deserve.
The voice in the back of your head is your heart pleading 'Don't fight me anymore', 'Don't resist, take what you want'. The mind insists, 'This feels wrong'. Everything in me is Dying, 'dying', "dying".
The quiet whispers, 'Is this right, am I right.'
The darkness chimes, 'How did I miss, so much'
The light shouts 'How did I see, so little'
Like sunrise, like a storm, like water on your face, this place, the fields and the oceans, the air and your soul heat and breathe new life
Like fingers shifting apart gossamer the wind says, 'Let's do that again'.
Wrapping its stroke around you it coyly beckons, 'Take this trip with me.'
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Tearing, pulling, shredding, holding, kissing, missing, sharing.
Please be real, I beg and plead . . . please be real, I have to believe. . . . PLEASE BE REAL, there are no words. I couldn't know . .I couldn't . . . .deserve. I shouldn't know. . . . I shouldn't. . . . . deserve.
The voice in the back of your head is your heart pleading 'Don't fight me anymore', 'Don't resist, take what you want'. The mind insists, 'This feels wrong'. Everything in me is Dying, 'dying', "dying".
The quiet whispers, 'Is this right, am I right.'
The darkness chimes, 'How did I miss, so much'
The light shouts 'How did I see, so little'
Like sunrise, like a storm, like water on your face, this place, the fields and the oceans, the air and your soul heat and breathe new life
Like fingers shifting apart gossamer the wind says, 'Let's do that again'.
Wrapping its stroke around you it coyly beckons, 'Take this trip with me.'
From Perilous Flight
On Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords
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