Treasure Island

Leria Hawkins

(39 forever / Sweet Carolina)

A Rainbow Waits


The future holds a blinding grief
A day that shatters all belief
Stripped of fire and lustful thought
Midnight dreams, burned to naught

A day when I no longer care
Have nothing left to give, or share
When your fire no longer burns
When my heart no longer yearns

Creeping like a deadly bane
A poison seeping through my brain
Bringing light to weary eyes
Stripping bear the thin disguise

When at last I choose to see
All the reasons assaulting me
A jolt to wake the sleeping lamb
A day to remember who I am

One day my heart will cease to crave
Will lay the passion to the grave
Time, a salve to help me heal
My soul will learn again to feel

So many years, I gave to waste
A decade that I can't replace
Loving you, my greatest sin
I should have known from where I've been

So close now, I see the signs
My heart has read between the lines
There's nothing left of you in me
No reason I cannot break free

The day of reckoning, is at my door
Dark clouds gather on the shore
A storm that rips you from my soul
And leaves behind a gaping hole

I'll hold my breath until tomorrow
The clouds will pass, as will the sorrow
And with the sun and cleansing tide
My rainbow waits, the other side

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 31, 2012

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