Windshield

Windshield

The crack in my windshield grows everyday

Reminding me of the times we played

Childhood games and sometimes I wish

I'd stayed back there, warm as the stitch

In the blanket I used to hide under.

But simplicity it seems wasn't in the cards,

No idea adult games could get so hard -

Two on the one side and one on the other

Disease and the reaper closer than brothers

And sometimes I wish I'd stayed back there.

I saw to the other side through your eyes -

The veil of the devil you tried to disguise

But eventually the cutter takes his prize

And you'll leave me with no consolation -

Thick devastation, cold in the night

And I wish that I could go back there.

And someday, when they come to get me

And I see the forest through all of the trees

When all I connected unravels at the seams

Like the patchwork quilt I knit of my dreams -

Just one request will roll off my lips

A whispering wind to a thousand ships...

I want so much to go back there.

~Darkling Plain, Aug. 28, 2006