I stand at the shore, waiting
For the gathering storm to gather me in
Taking me beyond myself and this non-life
That I live, tucking pieces of you behind my ear
Your image flickers in and out of my heart
Like autumn leaves scattered in the wind
Carried beyond my reach by a fickle gust
Eddying around my feet as waves lap gently
When all is said and done
We will have moved past this waiting game
The shame of our lives lived and lost
Tossed up into piles of wreckage, bone dry
Nothing will be left of us in the dust
Not a trace of longing or searching or being
Just as grains of sand trade places
When the storm has passed
Copyright: 7 October 2005 S.M.S.
1 comments:
It makes me feel like I'm there in that killing field... Very pretty, though very sad.
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