Dreams and Awakenings
She bent to discover
Smeared aimlessly across the stair,
The deep shade of claret
As two pairs of eyes met
She noted the grey of his hair -
And all of the lies she once told herself
Laid bare with the truth they were bidden
He was gone for so long
With his thought and his song,
She was laid low when she recognized him.
He studied her face and caught a swift trace
Of shared dreams he knew were for certain,
She brushed his hair back 'neath the gooey sweet tack
That covered his face while emerging.
And an ounce of congition
Like stocked ammunition
Exploded behind the reflection,
Of lifetimes ago when they really did know
And played in the backyard of Eden.
He sang her a song
And she sat there rapt, long
And discovered she already knew -
She sang sweet in time
With indelible rhyme
As the two became one in the moment,
The world fell away as they began to play
On the stings of the songs of the ages.
~Darkling Plain, Feb. 6, 2006
No comments:
Post a Comment