Longed hand
invisible as the cover of night
Haunter of my waking sleep
Beloved of my soul
Shall I mourn your death and weep?
Can I let you go?
Not an hour goes by
Unblemished by your role
The angels will not let me burn memories
Though it was so long ago
In signs I see, and oracles too
Painting a destiny profound
I have not been able to release you
Regardless of bridges burnt
There is a uncondition in me too sound
The cards they deliver
On ridiculous inquiries
Detailing even beauties
Impossible to believe
Yet I lay upon the foot of your ground.
It is a love that carries me through.
It is a love secretly harboring my soul.
Do I believe in what they have said,
Or do I settle on the home I was sold?
I almost dug you up last night
Just so I could hold your bones
I left instead
My haunted body
Laying there
At the seat of your Soul.
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