Friday, July 17, 2009

The Return of the Grievous Angel

The joy in your voice was nothing compared to that of your eyes. Dark eyes I'd seen filled with tears that you were never ashamed of, now filled with such happiness as I'd never seen in you before.

You described her dark hair and beautiful eyes with more clarity than I'd ever heard you speak. You didn't search for words, they were all right there at your brilliant disposal.

Caught completely unaware by the fact that you still have power to break my heart, I listened and forced a smile on my face. Concentrating completely on keeping the tears from my eyes I responded positively to your earnest happiness.

Your happiness was, after all, my greatest desire.

WAKE TO BELIEVE by Liz Durrett

Round, round goes the clock
My panic sounds like tick-tock
Night, oh night, move on
Your clutch is much too strong

Go ten hungry hawks
Around our heads just as my thoughts
Dive down, down, down, down
I call and call and call them off
Then wake to believe
They're all inside, inside of me
Each beat of their wings
Is all inside me

Mind, mind let me go
Your prison is all I'll know
Shroud, oh shroud please fall
Just cover and cloak it all

Go ten hungry hawks
Around our heads just as my thoughts
Dive down, down, down, down
I call and call and call them off
Then wake to believe
They're all inside, inside of me
Each beat of their wings
Is all inside me
Round, round goes the clock

1 comment:

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