I have always lived in the moment
never worried about the future
never questioned the past
Have turned a page in the book-of-life.
I have excavated your existence from a concrete floor in the
out-house of my mind wearing a stained glass dress
of golden thread, with one desire, to bring you home.
My acid fears and burning tears spilled on naked ground,
my shattered heart still beating blood as I drilled without a sound
the cracks they came a creaking as I was on my knees,
I felt the earth beneath me, t'was then I heard you breathe.
With eyes as bright as spot-lights to search the living dead!
I dug my fingers deep into this room inside my head
Frantic was my tool of choice its all I had to offer
you are worth your 'wait' in gold like I know...no other.
I saw your hand reach out to me, I grabbed it with my mouth my lips a grip... a mother's 'tale' the gate-way past the hounds.
Not a word was spoken,
no praise or criticize
A mission just to clarify your unseen ultra-sound
I never liked my shadow
I saw it running scared
away from all the heartache
Alone with all the pain
I looked at you this morning,
you studied me in quest
that begged the question who are you?
and why you quietly left
My words to you this new born day, are for eyes-and-ears alone
No matter what your purpose is your blessed that you were born.
I made my bed this evening, and lie in it I shall
no covers here but fearless needs, in the birth of life's canal