I lost my spark that lived within your songs
the ones you sang to me and those silent
syllables prouncing the right and wrong
dismissed by years of non verbal violence
The poetic lantern to guide me home
extinguished itself the moment you left
You returned for a night to scold and scorn
the pent up anger and sadness I kept
hidden from myself, the world and from you
Convincing my heart it would somehow work
out if you could see from a different view,
Praying you would decide never to hurt
me, you would love me and want me to stay
here without the one that pulled you away
Monday, July 2, 2012
Six
You spoke with your cries
at first
looking down at your hands
shortly after discovering you had them
proclaiming a milestone
But it was your eyes
those deep, searching
blue-grey libraries of wonder
penetrating every unkown around you
like a soldier through the last gate to victory
Your mind sang and celebrated
as you learned life
determined to make each thought
a verbal memory
off all that you saw
And now...
you speak with your sighs
silent and sad
Missing something you never had
Wondering why your words
ever began at all
at first
looking down at your hands
shortly after discovering you had them
proclaiming a milestone
But it was your eyes
those deep, searching
blue-grey libraries of wonder
penetrating every unkown around you
like a soldier through the last gate to victory
Your mind sang and celebrated
as you learned life
determined to make each thought
a verbal memory
off all that you saw
And now...
you speak with your sighs
silent and sad
Missing something you never had
Wondering why your words
ever began at all
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