To be held
By you
Was what I wanted
Like a tree drinking the rain
No longer parched in this Eastern land.
To have roots in my womb growing
But also to be sheltering the inborn leaves
And the green slide of happiness
Down the immense distances
Into infinite comfort.
But the land here,only clay
Still contains and consumes
The thirsty needs
The way a tree always shelters the
Unborn life.
Waiting for the healing
After the storm
Which has been our life.
* Be the poetic pause for all the words I lost
Let's make a silent symphony of disaster.
* I am a plot without a story
A winner without the victory
A poem without words
An enchantress in mystery.
* I have noises in my head
Buried under the memories I dread
I am longing for your whispers.
There's a hole in my heart
You know, the one you left there...
There's a hole in my heart
That you helped me carve
And its at war with my soul
Over possession of my spirit
It wants to take me
& take me alive.
There's a hole in my heart
That was once filled with fairy tale endings
And recklessly constructed dreams..
Its a reminder to me
That nothing is as it seems
And real life is filled with villains
And my only hope for a hero ....is ME!!
