Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Lie Down and Close Your Eyes.

"And how can a story be ended
When it didn't hardly begin

How can my glass be so empty
When it's filled up to the brim"

She was ready, she said before she stepped forward.
There was faith and confidence. 
Dreams and hopes were never so true.

Today the rains pour, the storm rages...
She sits under the dying tree and consoles herself.
She blamed herself. She hated herself.

All so until a bird came with a song. 
She heard naught.
But a stranger like herself, she did meet.

"In a country where we are headed, love
There is nothing but rocks and stones
No friendly plant or animal
No angel to guide you home"