Monday, June 23, 2008

Walking Home

Cover my eyes
For these dreams are destructive
Bind my hands
For these deeds are bloody
Tempt me not
For I cannot overcome

These are not the chastisements of an angry God
These are not the machinations of a hungry devil
These are the shadow actions of a woeful soul

Quell my mind
For these winds are zealous
Steady my feet
For the sky is even closer now
Stand as my guide
For this path is lonely










Slow Turning Seasons

It’s a slow turn
And I’m bringing up the rear for you

Getting dark out
But there are no more surprises now

Crossed my fingers
You still thought love was like a wild rose

Thrust out your hand
Yanked it up by the roots and then cried

Please don’t change dear!
A cry, your vow never to love me

There’s where ‘we’ died
Never could truly see in the dark




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