A heart can break without a sound.
A tear can fall to hit the ground.
No one standing near can tell.
There's not a sign to break the spell.
Grey wispy hair pokes through her hat
Waddling homeward on worn down heels
Carrying bags that hit and bump
on legs as they hurry through city streets
I am born.
My own clean sheet.
My road in life is incomplete.
I start my journey baby steps
Thunderous noises screaming guns.
Fires raging evil done.
Abject terror written plain.
On baby faces For shame. For shame.
Harvest moon hanging high
Watching us Gods ancient eye
Poets write you distant cold
While i observe your core
The wire you ordered came today.
I stacked it by the garden gate.
Standing under the arc of a rainbow.
In your big raincoat snuggled safe.
I go deep to search your eyes.
Icy cold is what I see.
I reach out in search of love.
Indifference touches me.
Rosie walks down by the river bank flowers in her hair,
Stars in her eyes
She dreams of the day that will soon come to pass
A sweet secret she held in her heart
Black day when ice formed round her heart.
Black day when they were forced to part.
Her anger made her rail at God.
What did she do that was so bad.