Though I held your heart at bay And I hold it every night, You have not walked away. I sought for you the way To retrieve your scattered light, Though I held your heart at bay. Take mine! And I'll obey. I confess you have it right: You
The flavor in the wind has taken hold And down my throat it pushes to my lungs, Expanding in my chest and swelling cold, Drawn nigh to where my heavy heart has hung. The clock held half past ten for nigh an hour As breezes played a chorus in my
The light Will pour Like rain Before My soul Is warm Before This storm. The sun, The grass-- It's come Too fast. Your hand In mine: A drink Like wine. And breathe; And feel: The sun Will heal. It pours Like rain. I'm yours Again. postscript
I would be satisfied. You hold your hand And offer fruits my hungered soul desires. I would obey. I am yours to command. Overwhelm me with a thousand fires Of purging. I am held beneath your gaze, Unflinching, unafraid, but ever cold. You have authority o'er all my
I may have a word That boils behind my eyes. But to speak the freak aloud Is to advocate its lies. I met a soul one time That knew the price of words, But learned it much too late. Is that the voice of birds I hear behind my eyes?