Liberty Smart

She's got a handful of sunbeams
A head full of empty dreams
I hold the gate open for her
But she doesn't care
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I fumble a handful of words
and you get the wrong idea
entirely
I'm not one of those flashy types
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They stand tall and still, these mineral monoliths
Stony-faced as they observe the closing of day
Not for the Eternal, panic or fear
They quiver not, quail not, wail not
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Certain deer
At times of the year
Feel the heat of the season
Certain men
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Follow me child
Past the stillness of this land
Chase me beyond the rainbow
Farther than the eye can see
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The bare-breasted,
Cross-legged idol
Waits with ancient patience
For the coming of her children
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Bare, withered branches
Fingers of wood
Point accusingly at the sky
Demanding answers from the Maker
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She's got your eyes, you know?
Brown and gentle, just like... well, yours.
And when she asked what you looked like
I told her to look in the mirror.
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Ah!
glazed eye
You no longer weep for love
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Eye strokes
A brush on canvas
Spreading colours and shades.
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Had I but Salt enough, and Lime
Thy corpse could not prove my Crime.
I would sit me down and think on thee
As your Body rots beneath our tree.
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Bare, withered branches
Fingers of wood
Point accusingly at the sky
Demanding answers from the Maker
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A gold band wraps my finger
Like a hug from one soon left
He always loved me – I am sure of this
His pain-filled hours have passed now
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Pale is the silence that surrounds me
Not creamy, but stark
Like your voice
A crows call in the middle of the night
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