We grasp
With helpless hands Not realizing it can Only be held by lungs Fighting You fear its release Thinking you know What happens at the end The cessation they say When breath becomes bare The moment you no longer Know moments And discover You just spent your life Making love to what You couldn't believe was Air
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In the moment before
moments Could She have known? What the world would Become When She made our home? When She breathed us from Dirt To walk on two feet Could She have known When we would meet The green we'd forget Could breathe the same air Invisible lungs Still needing a pair To be in this world With the prana She'd sent For all to come to Before we all went To the moment before Moments When all She could know Was the power of love To make it all so She finds me when I have no choice
and leaves me when I choose She yearns for me to hold her hand so she can be my muse So try I do to ask her out to share a cup of tea forgetting she is not the one to sit where I can see Unsure of her real motives now but undeterred by her first no I learn to breath the pause from air and how to take it slow So, a walk I think to hear the birds will surely bring her near But yet again, she turns me down and throws me back to fear And there I sit in overwhelm, no space to think or see So cry I do, to ease the pain and ask “What’s wrong with me?” Yet from the voice that I now hear are not the words of pain But the hymns of her, come now to bless the one no longer sane For of this mind, I have no need no way to come unto For what really are the point of thoughts if I have no peace with you From the cracks of the armor
it bleeds There is no stopping the drip when all you see are the drops They tell me it is crimson The color of one’s courage But all I can see within the storm is the blur of cloudy tears They tell me I’ll grow stronger if I learn to like its taste But all I can feel is the hurt inside when it’s left to grow They tell me it’s inevitable like death and growing older But how can they be siblings if I can name just one? I’ve spent my life learning its real causes and the remedies for its relief But the way to it and the way from it cannot walk hand-in-hand For holding to it or running from it will just lead you to the land Where there are no ways for you to walk no place from which to flee For there is no from nor to or through when it comes to it you see It’s just the way Like all the paths that seek to set you free Like the love we walked to bring us here to the end of you and me |
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